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PREFACE. 

""VTOW   that   the    Editor   gives  this    third    Volume  of  The   Scots 
Mufical    Mufeum   to  the  Pufclick,  he    hopes    it   will   not    be    found 

unworthy  of  the  Volumes  already  Publifhed .  As   this   is    not 

one  of  thofe  many  Publications  which   are    hourly  ufhered    into  the 
World    merely  to  catch   the  eye  of  Fafhion    in   her  frenzy  of  a   day, 

the  Editor  has    little  to   hope  or  fear  from  the   herd  of  readers.  

Confcicufnefs  of  the  well_knQwn  .merit  of  our  Scotifh  Mufic,  and 
the  national  fondnefs  of  a  Scotch_raan  for  the  productions  of  his 
own  country,  are  at  once  the  Editor's  motive  and  apology  for  this 
Undertaking;  and  where  any  of  the  Pieces  in  the  Collection  may 
perhaps  be  found  wanting  at  the  Critical  Bar  of  the  Firft,  he  ap  _ 
-peals  to  the  honeft  prejudices  of  the  Laft. 

Materials  for   the    4.     and   in  all  probability  the  laft    Volume  are 
in   great  forwardnefs  . 

Ed  in?   February   2^    1790 

*  •   ••*••   **••••   ••••»   •••••   ••• 

Entered  in  Stationer's  Hall. 

*  •      *      •      *      •      •      •      •      •      •      •      •      *      •*•      ••••••      • 


T  -IT    IV"         m 

Index  to  Volume  Third. 

Note,  the  Songs  marked  B.R.  X.  8Cc.  are  originals  by 
different  hands,  bat  all  of  them  Scots  gentlemen,  who  have 
favoured  the  Editor  and  the  Pnblick  at  large  with  their 
compoiitions:  thefe  marked  Z,  are  old  veries,  with  correc- 
tions  or  additions. 


Firft  line  of  each  Song.  Authors 

A  Page 

Ah,  why  thus  abandon'd  to  mourning  and  woe    _     _      _     ,_       _      270 
l  An  O  my  Eppie     __       _       _       _       _■_'_•_       _     290 

And  ye  fhall  walk  in  filk  attire     _        _      •'_,       __         _        __  249 

As  over  Gladfmuir's  blood  ftain'd  field   Hamilton  _The  Mufic) 

by  M?  Gibbon  _  _  J -210 
Aa  lata  by  a  Sodger  I  chanced  to  pafs  _  _  "  _,  _  _  _  _  277 
As  on  an  eminence  I  ftood  a  mufing  _  _       _  282 

As  o'er  the  Highland  hills  I  hied  _       _     W.  C.    _       ____  308 
Awa  whigs  awa    _      _       _       ____       _  272 

B 

Beneath  a  green  fhade  1  fand  a  fair  maid  _      _  Ramfay  _     _        _       250 
By  the  ftream  fo  cool  and  clear    _      _  ______   250 

By  the  delicious  warmnefs  of  thy  mouth-       _  Ramfay  _     _       _        262 

Ca'  the  yowes  to  the  knows   _      _       ___       -_       _       _       __    273 

Carl  an  the  king  come  _____        ______      248 

Ceafe,  ceafe  my  dear  friend  to  explore  _      _  T.  B .     _      __       _       254 

Come  gies  a  fang  Montgomery  cried.  -The  Rev?  MF  Skinner  _     _  298 

-Dear  Myra  the  captive  ribband's  mine    _      _       _      _       _  _     266 

Deil  tak  the  wars  th.-,t  hurried  Willy  frae  me     _____        270 

F 

Fate  gave  the  word,  the  arrow  fpcd      .The  Mufic  by  Ml; J. Riddel  in  Ayr  280 
Firft  when  Maggy  was   my  care    _  _  _      _  _        258 

G 

Gill   Morice  was  an  carle's  fon    _       _       _       _       _       _       ___     212 

Gin  living  worth  could  win  my  heart  _  _  252 

Go  fetch  to  me  a  pint  o'  wine  ___       __       ____    240 

H 

Hark!  yonder  eagle  lonely  wails    _      _    DF  Fordyce  _  237 

Hark  the  loud  tempeft  fhakes  earth  to  it's  center  _     _  T.  B.    _     _    226 
Hey  the  bony,  hey  the   bony  __       _       _______  222 

Hid  from  himfelf  now  by  the  dawn  _    _  Ramfay  _____     260 

1 

1  hae  laid  a  herring  in    faut    __        __       __        __       __  253 

I  loe  nae  a  laddie  Tbut  ane  _  _       _       _.       _  276 

I  winna  marry  ony  man  but  Sandy  o'er  the  lea  _____       283 

I  gaed  a  waefu'gate  yeftreen    _     _    Burns,   the  Mufic  by   RobertV 

Riddel  Efq?  of  Glenriddel  _  j  "  3°4 
Tn  winter  when  the  rain  rain'd  cauld    __       _       _-_       ___    258 

In  may  when  the  dailies   appear  on  the  green      _       _       _       -.      _      286 


V 

I    N"   D   t   X . 

Eage 
In  the  garb  of  old  Gaul  with  the  fire  of  old   Rome  _  SirHarry  Erfkine 

"  the  Mufic  by  Colonel  Reid  _    _    218 

It  fell  about  the  Martinmafs  time    ________     3lO 

It  was  in  and  about  the  Martinmafs  time  _       _        _-_■_.     -      23  O 

J 

Jamie  come  try  me    ________       _      _       _      _      _    238 

John  Anderfon  my  jo,  John  _,  This  tune  was  a  piece  of  facred  _"\ 

Mufic  in  the  Roman  Catholic  times  of  our  Country.  __John  _  (.-269 
Anderfon  is  faid  by  tradition  to  have  been  town  Piper  in  Kelfo  I 

L 

Lang  hae  we  parted  been    _    .  _      _       _      _       _  •     _       -      _        -      227 
Let  ithers  brag  weel  o'  their  gear       _       _        _      _       _■'_'__  276 

My  Sandy  gied  to  me  a  ring   _______       _      _      _    213 

My  Harry  was  a  gallant  gay      _________      218 

My  wife's  a   wanton  wee  thing     ___      _      _       __       -      _  226 

My  love  fhe's  but  a  lafsie  yet    _____       _       __       _     234 

My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  my  heart  is  not  here       _       _        _        268 
My  love  was  born  in  Aberdeen    _       _        _        _       _       _        _        _     281 

My  heart  is  a  breaking,  dear  Titty  _      _   Burns     _       -       _       _     _  306 

o 

O  wilt  thou  go  wi'  me,  fweet  Tibbie  Dunbar  _      _       _       _   •  _      _  216 

O   this  is  no  my  ain  houfe   _________  225 

.  O  mount  and  go__       _        ___        _._        _        _         _  242 

O-  dear  Peggy  love's  beguiling  _      1    Ramfay  _  1    _        _        _        _  245 

O  dear   minnie  what  fhall  Ido_        _       _      ___       _      __  245 

O  were  I  on  Parnafsus  hill  ___       _______  264 

O  merry  hae  I  been  teethin  a  heckle  _      _      __       _       _       _-  279 

O   wha  my  babie  clouts  will  buy    _        _______  286 

O  cam  ye  here  the  fight  to  fhun       __       „        -••"'-.-,       -        --  290 
O  Willie  brew'd  a  peck  o'  maut  _  Burns  _  the  Mufic  by   MF  A.  _i 

Mafterton  ■    ~  301 

O  were  I  able  to   rehearfe   _     _     _    The  'Rev.*  MF  Skinner  _     J   _  302 

Of  a'  the  airts  the  wind  can  blaw  _  The  Mufic  by  Marfhal    _       _  244 
On  a  bank  of  flowers  in  a  fummer  day  _   Burns    _       _      _      _     _  232 

P 

Peggy  now  the  king's  come    ..     _    Ramfay   _      _       _       _      „      _  248 

Se  do  mholla  mholla  mholla    __        ____..'__  274 

Simmer's  a  pleafant  time     _         _        _______  222 

Sir  John  Cope  trode  the  north  right  far       _       _      •_    -  _       _       _  242 

Stately  ftept  he  eaft  thewa'___        __       _   ^_       _        _  289 

Sun  gallop  down  the  weftlin  fkies    _   Ramfay   _      _       _        _        _  263 

Sweet  nurfling  of  the  tears  of  morning   _  The  late  MF8  Scott^ 

of  Wauchop    _    \  ~  25A 

The  fmiling  plains  profufely  gay     _        _        _  _  2*13 

The  morn  was  fair  faft  was  the  air    _  _        _  _       220 

The  Taylor  fell  thro'  the  bed  thimble  an  a'  _  m ■  _  _       _       _        ..221 
There  came  a  young   man  to  my  daddie's  door  ..      '_       _       _        _       228 


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N    D   E  X. 

Page 
The  day  returns,  my  bofom  burns  _    The  Mufic  bv  Rob.  Riddel) 

of  Glenridde'l  E'fqf  _      _    j  ~  233 
The  meal  was   dear  fhort  fyne    ______         _       _       _       _     238 

The  lazy  roift  hangs  from  the  brow  of  the    hill      _       _        _        _        241 

The  fpringtime  returns  and  clothes  the  green  plains  _  _    246 

There's  a  youth  in  this  city  it  were  a  pity  _  Mufic  by  N".  Gow  _     _  266 
There  was  a  jolly  beggar  _    Said  to  be  one  of  our  Scotifh  King  _".  __ 

James's,  composed  on  a  frolic  of  his  ownj 
They  fay  that  Jockey'll  fpeed  weel  o't   _    Mi  AlexT  Rofs    Author  ) 

of  the  Fortunate  Shepherd.,  fsj  ~  2'8 
The  Catrine  woods  were  yellow  feen  Tht  Mufic  by  MT  A. Mafterton  285 
The  gloomy  night  is  gath'ring   faft  _     _  Burns    _  _    293 

There  liv'd  a  wife  in  our  gate  end      ___        _       _       _       _      306 

The  Campbells   are   coroin Said  to  be  compoftd  on  the  iirprifon^ 

-mont  of  Mary  Queen  of  Scots   _      _     -309 

in   Lochleven  Caftle     _       _       _       .    ) 

The  pawkie  auld  carl  came  over  the  lea    James  5V1  King  of  Scots  _  234 

Tho'  women's  minds  like  winter  winds  _        _       _     _  300 

The  ling'ring  ftar,  with  lefs'ning  rav.    -    Burns,  -  the   Mufic  byi      0QQ 

Mifs  Jonnfton  of  Hilton  _}  "  Z88 
Tune  vour  fiddles  tune  them   f-Aeet'y-  Skinner,  _    the  Mufic  _a 

by  Marfhal  }  -  208 
'Twas  at  the  hour  of  dark  midnight  _  The  late  Sir  G.  Elliot  1  _  2l4 
'Twas  paft  ane  o' clock  in  a  cold  frofty  morning  ._ '       _        _       236 

Twa  bonie  lads  were  Sandy  and  Jockey  _  _  292 

u 

Ultin,Carril  and  Ryno  _      -   Ofsian,  the  Mufic  by  Ofivald   _       _    265 

w 

Waes  roe  that  e'er  I  made  your  bed    _  _  _      246 

Were  I  afsur'd  you_  conftant  prove    _     Ramfay    _____  257 

Whare  hae  ye  been  fae  braw,  lad,  __-_-__-      302 
When  I  upon  thy  bofom  lean    _      _    MF  J.  Lapraik     _       _       _       _   214 

When  1  have  a  fixpence  under  my  thumb   _      -       _       _       __      284 

When  firft  I  came  to  be   a   man    _    Skinner  ______  294 

When  Frennet  caftle's  ivy'd  wall       -       _-        -        -        -        -        296 

Where  are  ye  gaun  my  bonie  lafs       _____         _        _  298 

When  weft-winds  did  blow  with  a  foft,gentle  bree/e -Lapraik    _      _     217 
When  roly  morn  comes  in  wi'  flowers    _  _  229 

When  the  fheep  are  in  the  fauld  and  the  ky  at  hame_LadyAnnLindfay_256 
When  merry  hearts  were  gay    __       -       -       -       _-_        _261 

Ye  gallants  bright  I  red  you  right    ________     224 

Young  Philander  woo'd  me  lang    _       ______       _-  230 

Young  Jockie  was  the  blytheft  lad  --      -      -      -      -      _       _297 


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Tune  vonr  Fiddles,  8Cc. 

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.Lay  afide  your  fower  grimaces, 
Clouded  brows  and  drumly  faces, 
Look  about  and  fee  their  Graces, 

How  they  finile  delighted! 
Now's  the  feafbn  to  be  merry, 
Hang  the  thoughts  of  Charon's  ferry, 
Time  enough  to  turn  camftary 

When  we're  old  and  doited. 
Now  s  the  feafon  &c . 

Butler  put  about  the  claret 
Thro'  us  all  divide  and  fhare  it, 
Gordon-Caftle  well  can  fpare  it 

It  has  claret  plenty. 
Wine's  the  true  lnfpiring  liquor 
Draffy  drink  may  pleafe  the  Vicar, 
When  he  grafps  the  foaming  bicker 
-    Vicars  are  not  dainty. 
Wine's  the  true  &c. 

We'll  extol  our  noble  mafter 
Sprung  from  many  a  brave  anceftor 
Lord  preferve  bim  from  difafter, 

So  we  pray  in  duty. 
Profper  too  our  pretty  Dutchefs 
Safe  from  all  diftrefsful  touches, 
Keep  her  out  of  Pluto's  clutches, 

Long  in  health  and  beauty. 
Profper  too  our  &c. 


Angels  guard  their  gallant  boy, 
Make  him  long  his  fathers  joy, 
Sturdy  like  the  Heir  of  Troy, 

Stout  and  brifk  and  healthy:, 
Pallas  grant  him  every  blelsing 
Wit  and  fize  and  ftrength  encreafing, 
Plutus,  what's  in  thy  pofsefsing, 

Make  him  rich  and- wealthy. 
Pallas  grant  &c. 

Youth  folace  him  with  thy  pleafiire 
In  refin'd  and  worthy  mealure, 
Merit  gain  him  choiceft  treafure  ' 

From  the  Royal  Donor. 
Famous  may  he  be  in  ftory, 
Full  of  days  and  full  of  glory, 
To  the  grave  when  old  ana  hoary 

May  he  go  with  honour. 
Famous  may  &c. 

Gordons  join  out  hearty  praifes 
Honeft  tho'  in  homely  phrafes 
Love  our  chearful  fpirits  raifes 

Lofty  as  the  lark  is; 
Echoes  waft  our  wifhes  daily 
Thro'  the  grove  and  thro'  the  alley, 
Sound  o'er  every  hill  and  valley 

Blefsings  on  our  Marquis. 
Echoes  waft  &c. 


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Such  feen   as  oft  in  battle   warm  - 
She  glow'd  through  many  a  martial  age; 
Or  mild   to  breathe  the  civil  charm 
In  pious   plans  and  counfel  fage; 
For,  o'er  the   mingling  glories  of  her  face 
A  manly  greatnefs  heighten'd  female  grace. 
Loud  as  the  trumpet  rolls  its  found, 
Her  voice  the  Pow'r  celeftial  rais'd; 
While  her  victorious  fons   around 
In  filfnt  joy  and   wonder  gaz'd: 
The  facrcd   mufes  heard  th'  immortal  lay, 
And    th'.*i   to    earth   the    notes  of  fame  convey. 


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Continued. 

'Tis  done.'   my  fons:  'tis  nobly  done! 

Victorious  over  tyrant   pow'r; 

How  quick  the  race  of  fame  was  run! 

The  work  of  ages  in  one   hour: 
Slow  creeps  th'  opprefsive  weight"  of  flavifh  reigns,  • 
One  glorious   moment  rofe,  and  burft  your  chains. 

But  late,  forlorn,  dejected,  pale, 

A  prey  to  each  inflating  foe; 

I  fought  the  grove   and  gloomy   vale, 

To  vent  in  fplitude  my  woe: 
Now  to  my  hand  the  balance  fair  reftor'd; 
Once  more  I  wield  on  high  th'  imperial  fword. 

What  arm   has  this  deliverance   wrought? 

Tis  he!  the  gallant  youth  appears; 

0  warm  in  fields,  and  cool  in  thought. 
Beyond  the   flow  advance  of  years! 

Hafte,  let   me,  refcu'd   now  from  future  harms, 
Strain  clofe   the   filial  virtue  in  my  arms. 

Early  I  nurs'd  this  royal  youth, 

Ah!  ill  detain'd  on  foreign  Chores; 

1  fill'd  his  mind  with  love  of  truth, 
With  fortitude  and   wifdom's  ftores: 

For  when  a  noble  action  is   decreed, 
Heav'n  forms  the  Hero  for  the  deftind  deed. 

Nor  could  the  foft  fedticing  charms 

Of  mild  Hefperia's  blooming  foil, 

Ee'r  quench  his  noble  thirft  of  arms, 

Of  generous  deeds   and  honeft  toil: 
Fird   with  the  warmth  a  country's  love  imparts, 
He  fled  their  weaknefs,  but  admir'd  their  arts . 

With  him  I  plough'd  the  ftormy  main; 

My  breath  infpir'd  the   aufpicious  gale; 

Referv'd  for  Gladfrnuir's  glorious  plain, 

Through  dangers  wing'd  his  daring  fail: 
Where,  firm'd  with  inborn  worth  he  durft  oppofe  . 
His  fingle  valour  to  an  hoft  of  foes. 

He  came!  he  fpoke!  and   all  around, 

As  fwift  as  heav'n's  quick  darted  flame, 

Shepherds   turn'd  warriors  at  the  found, 

And  every  bofom  beat  for  fame: 
They  caught  heroic  ardour  from  his   eyes, 
And  at  his  fide  the    willing  heroes    rife. 

Roufe  England!  roufe,  fame's   nob  left  fon, 

In  all  thy  ancient  fplendor  fhine; 

If  I  the  glorious   work  begun, 

O  let  the    crowning  palm  be  thine: 
I  bring  a  Prince,  for  fuch  is  heav'n's  decree, 
Who  overcomes  but  to  forgive  and  free. 

So  fhall  fierce   wars  and  tumults   ceafe, 

While  plenty  crowns  the  fmiling  plain; 

And  induftry,  fair  child  of  peace, 

Shall  in  each  crowded  city  reign: 
So  fhall  thefe  happy  realms  for  ever  prove 
The  fweets  of  Union,  Libert).-,  and  Love. 


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Gae  bid  her  tak  this  gay  mantel, 

'Tis  a'  goud  but  the  hem; 
Bid  her  cum  to  the  good  green  wood, 

And  bring  nane  but  her  lain: 
And  there  it  is,  a  (liken  fark; 

Her  ain  hand  few  d  the  fleeve; 
And  bid  her  cum  to  Gill  Morice; 

Speer  nae  bauld  baron's  leave. 

I  will  gae  your  black  errand, 

Tho'  it  be  to  thy  coft; 
Sen  ye  by  me  will  nae  be  warnd, 

In  it  ye  fall  find  froft. . 
The  baron  he's  a  man  of  might, 

He  ne'er  could  'bide,  a  taunt, 
As  ye  will  fee  before  it's  night, 

How  fma'ye'll  hae  to  vaunt. 

Now,  fen  I  maun  your  errand  rin, 

Sae  fair  againft  my  will, 
I'fe  make  a  vow,  and  keep  it  true, 

It  fal  be  done  for  ill. 
And  when  he  came  to  broken  brigg, 

He  bent  his  bow  and  fwam; 
And  when  he  came  to  grafs  growing, 

Set  down  his  feet  and  ran.  &c.&c.&c. 


Where  will  I  get  a  bonny  boy, 

That  will  win  hofe  and  fhoon, 
That  will  gae  to  Lord  Barnard's  ha'. 

And  bid  his  lady  cum. 
Ye  maun  rin  this  errant,  Willie, 

And  ye  may  rin  wi'  pride; 
When  other  boys  gae  on  their  feet, 

On  horfeback  ye  fall  ride. 

Oh.  no!  hh  no!  my^  mafter  dear! 

T  dare  na    for  my  life; 
I'll  nae  gae  to  the  bauld  barons 

For  to  tryft  furth  his  wife . 
M^'  bird  Willie,  my  boy  Willie, 

My  dear  Willie,  he  faid, 
How  can  ye  ftrive  againft  the  ftream, 

For  1  fall  be  obey'd. 

But,  oh  my  mafter  Gear,  he  cryd, 

In  green  wood  ye're  your  lain; 
Gi'o'er  fie  thoughts,  I  wou'd  ye  red, 

For  feir  ye  fhou'd  be  ta'en. 
Hafte,  hafte,  I    fay,  gae  to  the  ha', 

B.id  her  come  here  wi'fpeed; 
If  ye  refufe  my  high  command, 

I'll  gar  thy  body  bleed. 


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While  down  his  cheeks  the  faut  tears  row'd 
He  took  a  hauf  and  gied  it  to  me, 
And  I'll  keep  it  till  the  hour  I  die . 
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-*-  Are  drefs'd  in  all  the  pride  of  May, 
The  birds  on  ev'ry  fpray  above, 
To  rapture  wake  the  vocal  grove . 


But  ah  Miranda  without  thee, 

Nor  fpring  nor  fummer  fmiles  on  me, 

All  lonely  in  the  fecret  fhade, 

I  mourn  thy  abfence, charming  maid. 

O  foft  as  lovel  as  honour  fair, 
Serenely  fweet  as  vernal  air, 
Come  to  my  arms     for  you  alone, 

Can  all  my  abfence  paft  atone. 
O  cornel  and  to  my  bleeding  heart, 
The  fov'reign  balm  of  love  impart; 
Thy  prefence  lafting  joy  fhall  bring. 

And  give  the  year  eternal  fpring. 


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Tune,  Scots  Reclufe. 


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1  ken  thy  wifh  is  me  to  pleafe; 
Our  moments  pafs  fae  fmooth  away 

That  numbers  on  us  look  and  gaze, 
Weel  pleas'd  they  fee  our  nappy  days, 

Nor  envy '8  fel  finds  aught  to  blame; 
And  ay  when  weary  cares  arife, 

Thy  bofom  ftill  fhall  be  my  name. 

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I'll  lay  me  there,  and  take  my  reft, 

And  if  that  aught  difturb  my  dear, 
I'll  bid  her  laugh  her  cares  away, 

And  beg  her  not  to  drap  a  tear: 
Hae  I  a  joy.  its  a'  her  am; 

United  ftill  her  heart  and  mine; 
They're  like  the  woodbine  round  the  tree, 

That's  twin'd  till  death  fhall  them  difjbin.  j 

Gardener.      Tune,Sawnies  Pipe. 


206  "V*    'Twas    at    the  hour  of  dark  midnight,  Before  the  firft  c6ck's 


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O  difmal  night J  fhe  faid,  and  wept, 

0  night  prefaging  forrow, 

O  difmal  night  i  fhe  faid,  and  wept, 
But  more  I  dread  to-morrow. 

For  now  the  bloody  hour  draws  nigh, 
Each  hoft  to  Prefton  bending; 

At  morn  fhall  fons  their  fathers  flay, 
With  deadly  hate  contending. 

Even  in  the  vifions  of  the  night, 

1  faw  fell  death  wide  fweeping; 
And  all  the  matrons  of  the  land, 

And  all  the  virgins,  weeping. 
And  now  fhe  heard  the  mafsy  gates 

Harfh  on  their  hinges  turning; 
\nd  now  through  all  the  caftle  heard 

The  woeful  voice  of  mourning. 

Aghaft,  fhe  ftarted  from  her  bed, 
The  fatal  tidings  dreading; 

O  fpeak,  fhe  cry'd,  my  father's  flain! 
I  fee,  I  fee  him  bleedingl 


A  pale  corps  on  the  fullen  fhore, 
At  morn,  fair  maid,  I  left  him; 

Even  at  the  threfh-hold  of  his  gate, 
The  foe  of  life  bereft  him . 

Bold,  in  the  battle's  front,  he  fell, 

With  many  a  wound  deformed: 
A  braver  Knight,  nor  better  man, 

This  fair  Hie  ne'er  adorned  .(maid 
While  thus  he  fpoke,  the  grief-ftruck 

A  deadly  fwoon  invaded; 
Loft  was  the  luftre  of  her  eycsy 

And  all  her  beauty  faded. 

Sad  was  the"  fight,  and  fad  the  news, 

And  fad  was  cur  complaining; 
But  ohl  for  thee,  my  native  land, 

What  woes  are  ftill  remaining; 
But  why  compkin.  the  hero's  foul 

Is  high  in  heaven  fhining: 
May  providence  defend  our  ifle 

From  all  our  foes  defignirg. 


Tibbie    Dunbar. 


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Deprive  me  of  life,  or  infpire  her  with  lovel 
Make  Jenny's  fair  bofom  to  feel  for  my  pain, 
That  I  may  fweet  peace  and  contentment  regain. 
Then  in  a  retreat  with  my  dear  I  would  dwell; 
Contentment  fhould  guard  xia  in  fome  humble  cell; 
Remote,  we'll  live  happy,  tho'  fimple  our  fare; 
Our  health  all  our  wealth,  and  to  love  all  our  care. 


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My   Harry    was    a   Gallant    gay. 

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/"ffit      h      h     m     fc.       n  II  _  '  wander  dowie  up  the  glen; 

\f\~    »r  J'     f']-^    J      :   II  I  S  I  fet  me  down  and  greet  my  fill, 
k    *      <l      *  '  f-  "  And  ay   I  wifh  him   back  again. 

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;  ,|  O  were  fome  villains  hangit  high, 

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Then  I  might  fee  the  jjoyfu'  fight, 
My  Highlan  Harry  back  again. 
O  for  him  te.c. 


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No  effeminate  cuftoms  our  finews  unbrace, 
No  luxurious  tables  enervate  our  race; 
Our  loud  founding  pipe  bears  the  true  martial  ftrain, 
So  do  we  the  oldScottifh  valour  retain. 
Such  our  love  &c. 

We're  tall  as  the  oak  on  the  mount  of  _the  vale, 
Are  fwift  as  the  roe  which  the  hound  doth  affail, 
As  the  full  moon  in  autumn    our  fhields  do  appear, 
Minerva  would  dread  to  encounter  our  fpear. 
Such  our  love  &c. 

As  a  ftorm  in  the  ocean  when  Boreas  blows, 
So  are  we  enrag'd  when  we  rufh  on  our  foes; 
We  fons  of  the  mountains,  tremendous  as  rocks, 
Dafh  the  force  of  our  foes  with  our  thundering  ftrokes. 
Such  our  love  &c. 

Quebec  and  Cape  Breton,  the  pride  of  old  France, 
In  their  troops  fondly  boafted  till  we  did  advance; 
But  when  our  claymores  they  faw  us  produce, 
Their  courage  did  fail  and  they  fued  tor  a  truce . 
Such  our  love  &c . 

In  our  realm  may  the  fury  of  faction  long  ceafe, 
May  our  councils  be  wife,  and  our  commerce  increafe; 
And  in  Scotia's  cold  climate  may  each  of  us  find, 
That  our  friends  ftill  prove  true  and  our  beauties  prove  kitid. 
Cho?    Then  we'll  defend  our  liberty,  our  country  and  our  laws, 
And  teach  our  late  pofterity  to  fight  in  Freedoms  caufe, 
That  they  like  our  Anceftors  bold,  for  honour  and  applaufe, 
May  defy  the  French,  with  all  their  art,  to  alter  our  laws  .  '. 


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How  fweet  her  face,  where  evry  grace 

In  heavenly  beauty's  planted; 
Her  fmiling  een,  and  comely  mein, 

That  nae  perfection  wanted; 
I'll  never  fret,  nor  ban  my  fate, 

But  blefs  my  bonny  marrow-: 
If  her  dear  (mile  my  doubts  beguile, 

My  mind  {hall  ken  nae  fbrrow. 

Yet  tho'  fhe's  fair,  and  has  full  fhare 

Of  ev*ry  charm  inchanting, 
Each  good  turns  ill,  and  foon  will  kill 

Poor  me,  if  love  be  wanting. 
O  bonny  lafsi  have  but. the  grace 

To  think  ere  ye  gae  further, 
Your  joys  maun  flit,  if  you  commit 

The  crying  fin  of  murder. 


My  wand 'ring  ghaift  will  ne'er  get  reft, 

And  day  and  night  affright  ye; 
But  if  ye  re  kind,  wi'  joyful  mind 

I'll  ftudy  to  delight  ye; 
Our  years  around  with  love  thus  crownd, 

From  all  things  joy  fhall  borrow: 
Thus  none  fhall  be  more  bleft  than  we, 

On  Leader-haughs  and  Yarrow. 

O  fweeteft  Sue.'  tis  only  you 

Can  make  life  worth  my  wifhes,    , 
If  equal  love  your  mind  can  move 

To  grant  this  beft  of  bliffes . 
Thou  art  my  fun,  and  thy  leaft  frown 

Would  blaft  me  in  the  bloffom; 
But  if  thou  fhine,  and  make  me  thine, 

I'll  flourifh  in  thy  bofom. 


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The  fleepy  bit  lafsie  fhe  dreaded   nae  ill, 
The  fleepy  bit  lafsie  fhe  dreaded  nae  ill; 
The  weather  was  cauld  and  the  lafsie  lay  ftill, 
She  thought  that  a  Taylor  could  do  her  nae  ill. 

Gie  me  the  groat  again,  cany  young  man, 
Gie  me  the  groat  again,  cany  young    man; 
The  day  it  is  fhort  and  the  night  it  is  lang, 
The  deareft  filler  that  ever  I  wan. 

There's  fomebody  weary  wi'  lying  her  lane, 
There's  fomebody  weary  wi'  lying  her  lane, 
There's  fome  that  are  dowie,  I  trow  wad  be  fain 
To  fee  the  bit  Taylor  come  fkippin  again. 


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When  I  fleep  I   dream, 
When  I  wauk  I'm  irie; 

Sleep  I  can  get  nane 
For  thinking  on  my  Dearie 
Ay  waukin  &c. 


Lanely  night     comes  on, 

A'  the  lave  are  fleepin: 
I  think  on  my  bony  lad 

And  I  bleer  my  een  wi'greetin, 
Ay  waukin  &c. 


The  Breaft   knots. 


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As  ever  handled  grape  and  gaud, 
[  wat  their  manhood  well  they  fhaw'd, 
At  ruffling  of  the  breaft-knot . 
Hey  the  bonny  &c 

At  nine  o'  clock  they  did  conveen, 
Some  clad  in  blue,  fome  clad  in  green, 
Wi'  glancing  buckles  in  their  fheen, 
AncTflowers  upon  their  waift-coat. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 

The"  bride  by  this  time  was  right  fain, 
When  that  fhe  faw  fae  light  a  train, 
She  pray'd  the  day  might  keep  frae  rain, 
For  Ipoiling  of  their  breaft  knots. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c . 

Forth  came  the  wives  a'  wi'  a  phrafe, 
And  wifh'd  the  laffie  happy  days, 
And  muckle  thought  they  of  her  claiths, 
And  fpecially  thelbreaft-knots. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 

Forth  fpake  the  mither,  fan  £he  faw, 
The  bride  and  maidens  a'  fae  bra', 
Wi'  cackling  clouts,  black  be  their  fa', 
They  have  made  a  bonny  call  o't. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c.. 

Next  down  their  breakfaft  it  was  fet, 
Some  barley  lippies  of  milk  meat, 
It  leiped  them  it  was  fae  het, 
As  foon  as  they  did  tafte  o't . 
Hey  the  bonny  &c 

Till  fome  frae  them  the  fpobns  they  threw. 
And  fwore  that  they  had  burnt  their  mou 
And  fome  into  their  cutty  blew, 
I  wat  their  will  they  mift  not. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 


When  ilka  ane  had  claw'd  their  plate, 
The  piper  lad  he  looked  blate 
Altho'  they  faid  that  he  fhould  eat , 
I  trow  he  loft  the  beft  o't. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 

Syne  forth  they  got  a'wi'a  loup, 
O  er  creels  and  deals  and  a'  did  coup, 
The  piper  faid ,  wi'  them  d  —  1  fcoup , 
He'd  make  a  hungry  feaft  o't. 

'     Hey  the  bonny  &c. 

Syne  off  they  got  a'  wi'  a  fling, 
Each  lafs  unto  her  lad  did  cling, 
Anda'cryH  for  a  different  fpring, 
The  bride  fhe  fought  the  breaft-knot. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 

Fan  they  ty'd  up  their  marriage  band, 
At  the  bridegrooms  they  neift  did  land, 
Forth  came  auld  Madge  wi'her  fplit  ma 
And  bread  and  cheefe  a  hift  o't.  (wn 
Hey  the  bonny  &c . 

She  took  a  quarter  and  a  third , 
On  the  bride's  head  £he  gae  a  gird, 
Till  far  Is  flew  athort  the  yird, 
And  parted  round  the  reft  o't. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 

The  bride  then  by  the  hand  they  took 
Twice,  thrice  they  led  her  round  y*  crook, 
Some  faid  goodwife  well  mat  ye  brook , 
And  fome  great  count  they  caft  not. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c . 

All  ran  to  kilns  and  barns  in  ranks , 
Some  fat  on  deals, &  fome  on  planks, 
The  piper  lad  ftood  on  his  fhanks, 
And  dirled  up  the  breaft  knot. 
Hey  the  bonny  &c. 


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In  a'  their  charms  and  conquering  arms, 

They  wait  on  bonie  Ann. 
The  captive  bands  may  chain  the  hands, 

But  loove  enflaves  the  man: 
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The  ftri&eft  duty  this  allows, 

When  love  with  honour  meets  me. 
When  Hymen  mould9  me  into  ane, 

My  Robie's  nearer  than  my  kin, 
And  to  refufe  him  were  a  fin, 

Sae  lang's  he  kind  ly  treats  me . 


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To  make  me  ftill  a  prudent  fpoufe, 

And  let  my  man  command  ay; 
Avoiding  ilka  caufe  of  ftrife," 

The  common  peft :  of  married  life. 
That  makes  ane  wearied  of  his  wife , 

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Yet  fummer  was  endlefs,  when  we  were  together; 
Now  fince  thy,  abfence    I  feel  moft  feverely 
Joy  is  extinguifh'd  and  being  is  dreary. 
'Dreary,  dreary  painful  and  dreary- 
All  the  long  winter  night  Laddie  be  near  me. 

Sieze  the  fweet  moments  while  yet  they  invite  thee, 
Pleafiires  here  flighted,  hereafter  may  flight  thee, 
Diftance  and  time  may-  no  longer  endear  thee, 
Come, my  dear  youth  while  thy  prefence  can  chear  me. 
Chear  me,  chear  me  heaven  knows  it  would  chear  me 
All  the  long  winter  night  Laddie  be  near  me. 

What  is   my  fault  my-  fouls  darling  acquaint  me, 
Let  jealous  fury     no  longer  torment  thee, 
Judge  for  thy-  felf^iow,  I  love  and  revere  thee, 
Heaven  and  thy  heart  from  fufpicion  will  clear  me. 
Clear  me,  clear  me  juftice  muft  clear  me- 
All  the  long  winter  night  Laddie  lie  near  me . 


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IANG  hae  we  parted  been, 
J  Lafsie  my  dearie; 
Now  we  are  met  again, 
La&ie  lie  near  me. 
Cho.  Near  me,  near  me, 
Lafsie  lie  near  me  , 

Lang  haft  thou  lien  thy  lane, 
Lafsie  lie  near  me. 


A'  that  I  hae  endur'd, 

Lafsie,  my  dearie, 
Here  in  thy  arms  is  cur'd, 

Lafsie  lie  near  me. 
Cho®   Near  me,  &c. 


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The  brifk  joong   Lad  . 


But  I  was  bakin  when  he  came,  There  lay  a  duck-dub*  before  the  door, 

When  he  came,  when  he  came;    '  Before  the  door,  before  the  door, 

I  took  him  in  and  gae  him  a  fcone,  There  lay  a  duck-dub  before  the  door, 

To  thow  his  frozen  mou'.  And  there  fell  he  I  trow'. 

And  wow  but,  &c.  And  wow  but,  &c. 

I  fet  him  in  afide  the  bink,  Out  came  the  goodman,and  high  he  fhouted, 

I  gae  him  bread,  and  ale  to  drink,  Out  came  the  goodwife,and  low  fhe  louted, 

And  n«'er  a  blyth  ftyme  wad  he  blink, And  a'  the  town-neighbours  were  gather 'd  - 

Until  his  wane  was  fou.  And  there  lay  he  I  trow.    £about  it, 

And  wow  but,  &c.  And  wow  but,  &c. 

Gae,  get  ye  gone, ye  cauldrife  wooer,  Then  out  came  I,  and  fneer'd  and  fmild, 

,    Ye  four-looking,  cauldrife  wooer,  Ye  came  to  woo,  but  ye're  a'  beguil'd, 

I  itraightway  fhow'd  him  to  the  door,  Ye'ave  fa'en  i*  the  dirt,  and  ye're  a'  befyl  d 

Saving,  come   nae  mair  to  woo .  We'll  hae  nae  mair  of  you. 

And   wow  but,&c.  And  wow  but,  &c. 


The  Gardener  wi'  his   Paidle. 


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To  fteal  upon  her  earl}-  fare; 

Then  thro'  the  dews  he  maun  repair, 

The  Gardener   wi'  his  paidle. 
When  day,  expiring  in  the  weft, 
The  curtain  dfaws  of  Nature's  reft; 
He  flies  to  her  arms   he  lo'es  the  beft, 

The  Gardener  wi'  his  paidle. 


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To  the  place  where  fhe  was  dwelling; 

O  hafte  and  come  to  Amy  mafter  dear, 
Gin  ye  be  Barbara  Allan. 

O  hooly,  hooly  rofe  fhe  up, 

To  the,  place  where  he  was  lying, 

And  when  fhe  drew  the  curtin  by, 
Young  man,  I  think  youre  dying. 

O  its  I'm  fick.and  very  very  fick, 
And  'tis  a'  for  Barbara  Allan. 

O  f  le  better  for  me  ye's  never  be, 
1  ho' your  hearts  blood  were  a  fpilling. 

O  dinna  ye  mind, young  man,  faid  fhe. 
When  ye  the  cup*  was  fillin 

That  ye  made  the  healths  gae  round  and 
And  flighted  Barbara  Allan,    (round, 


He  turn'd  his  face  unto  the  wa', 
And  death  was  with  him  dealing, 

Adieu,  adieu,  my  dear  friends  a', 
And  be  kind  to  Barbara  Allan. 

And  flowly,  flowly  raife  fhe  up, 
And  flowly,  flowly  left  him ; 

And  fighing,  faid,  fhe  cor.'d  not  fray, 
Since  death  of  life  had  reft  him . 

She  had  nae  gane  a  mile  hut  twa, 
When  fhe  heard  the  deid-bell  knelling, 

And  ev'ry  jow  that  the  dr  id-bell  geid, 
It  cry'd,   woe  to  Barbara  Allan! 

O  mother,  mother,  mak  my  bed, 

O  make  it  faft  and  narrow; 
Since  my  love  died  for  me  to-day, 

I'll  die  for  him  to-morrow. 


wou'd  na  tent  his  loving  fang,  But   now  I    wifh   I    wifh    I     had  him 


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231 


A  hi  we  may  fee  ourfelves  to  be 

Like  fummer  fruit  that  is  unfhaken; 
When  ripe,  they  foon  fell  down  and  die, 

And  by  corruption  quickly  taken, 
life  then  your  time,  ye  virgins  fair, 

Employ  your  day  before  'tis  evil; 
Fifteen  is  a  fcafon  rare, 

But  five  an  twenty  is  the  devil. 
Juft  when  ripe,  confent  unto  't, 

Hug  nae  mair  your  lanely  pillow; 
Women  are  like  other  fruit, 

They  lofe  their  relifh  when  too  mellow, 

If  opportunity  be  loft, 

You'll  find  it  hard  to  be  regained; 
Which  now  I  may  tell  to  my  coft, 

Tho'  but  my fel  nane  can  be  blamed. 
If  then  your  fortune  you  refpecft, 

Take  the  occafion  when  it  offers; 


Nor  a  true  lovers   fuit  neglect, 

Left  you  be  feoff  <J  for  being  fcofllrs. 

I,  by  his  fond  expreffions,  thought  fn.g; 
That  in  his  love  he'd  ne'er  prove  chang 

But  now,  alasi 'tis  turn'd  to  nought, 
And,paft  my  hope,  he's  gar.e  a  Kinging. 

Dear  maidens,  then,  take  my  advice. 

And  let  na  coynefi  prove  your  ruin; 
For  if  ye  be  o'er  foolifh  nice, 

Your  fuiterS  will  give  over  wooing. 
Then  maidens  auld  you  nam'd  will  be, 

And  in  that  fretful  rank  be  number'd, 
As  lang  as  life;  and  when  ye  die. 

With  leading  apes  be  ever  ciimber'd. 
A  punifhment,  and  hated  band , 

With  which  we  cannot  be  contented, 
Then  be  not  wife  behind  tho  hand, 

That  the  miftakc  may  be  prevented. 


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Her  lips,  ftdll  as  fhe  fragrant  breath'd 

It  richer  dy'd  the  rofe. 
The  fpringing  lilies  fweetly  preft, 

Wild,  wan  ton  kifs'd  her  rival  breaft; 
He  gaz'd,  he  wifh'd,he  fear'd, he  blufh'd, 

His  bofom  ill  at  reft. 

Her  robes  light  waving  in  the  breeze, 

Her  tender  limbs  embrace; 
Her  lovely  form,  her  native  eafe, 
\ll  harmony  and  gvace: 


Tumultuous  tides  his  .pulfes  roll, 
A  faltering,  ardent  kifs  he  ftole; 

He  gaz'd, he  wifh'd,he  fear'd, he  blufh'd 
And  figh'd  his  very  foul. 

As  flies  the  partridge  from  the  brake 

On  fear-in fpired  wings, 
So  Nelly  ftarting,  half-awake, 

Away  affrighted  fprings; 
But  Willy  follow'd,  _as  he  fhould, 

He  overtook  her  in  the  wood; 
He  vow'd,  he  prayd,he  found  the  maid 

Forgiving  all  and  good. 


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Or  nature  aught  of  pleafure  give; 
While  joys  above,  my  mind  can  move, 

For  thee  and  thee  alone  I  live! 
When  that  grim  foe  of  life  below 

Comes  in  between  to  make  us  part; 
The  iron  hand  that  breaks  our  band, 

It  break*  my  blifs it  breaks  my  heart! 


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Gae  feek  for  pleafure  whare  ye  will,  The  minifter  kifst  the  fidler's  wife, 
But  here  I  never  mifst  it  yet.  He  could  na  preach  for  thinkin  o't . 

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O  vowi  quo'  he,  were  I  as  free, 
As  firft  when  Ifawthis  country, 
How  blyth  and  merry  wad  T  be  I 

And  I  wad  never  think  lang. 
He  grew  canty,  and  fhe  grew  fain; 
But  little  did  her  auld  minny  ken 
What  thir  flee  twa  together  were  fay'ng, 

When  wooing  they  were  fae  thrang. 

And  Ol  quo'  he,  ann  ye  were  as  black 
As  e'er  the  crown  of  my  dady's  hat, 
'Tis  I  wad  lay  thee  by  my  back, 

And  awa  wi'  me  thou  fhou'd  gang. 
And  Oi  quo'  fhe,  ann  I  were  as  white, 
As  e'er  the  fnaw  lay  on  the  dike, 
I'd  dead  me  braw  and  lady-like, 

And  awa'  wi'  thee  I  would  gang. 

Between  the  twa  was  made  a  plot; 
They  raife  a  wee  before  the  cock, 
And  wilily  they  fhot  the  lock, 

And  faft  to  the  bent  are  they  gane. 
tTp  in  the  morn  the  auld  wife  raife, 
And  at  her  leifure  pat  on  her  claife; 
Syne  to  the  fervants  bed  fhe  gaes, 

To  fpeer  for  the  filly  poor  man. 

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She  gaed  to  the  bed  where  the  beggar 
The  ftrae  was  cauld,he  was  away, 
She  clapt  her  hands,  cry'd,  Walladay! 

For  fome  of  our  gear  will  be  gane. 
Some  ran  to  coffers,  and  fbme  to  kifts, 
But  nought  was  ftown  that  cou'd  be  mift, 
She  dancd  her  lane,  crycl  praife  be  bt'efti 

I  have  lodg'd  a  leal  poor  man. 

Since  naethings  awa,  as  we  can  learn, 
The  kirn's  to  kirn,  and  milk  to  earn, 
Gae  butt  the  houfe,  lafs,  and  wauken  my 
And  bid  her  coire  quickly  ben. (bairn. 


The  fervant  gace  where  the  daughter  lay, 
The  fheets  was  cauld,fhe  was  away, 
And  faft  to  her  goodwife  did  fay, 
She's  aff  wi'the  gaberlun/ie-man. 

O  fy  gar  ride,  and  fy  gar  rin, 

And  hafte  ye  find  thefe  traytors  again; 

For  fhe's  be  burnt,  and  he's  be  flain, 

The  wearifu'gaberiun/ie-man. 
Some  rade  upo'horfe,  fome  ran  a  foot, 
The  wife  was  wood  ar.d  out  o"  her  wit; 
She  cou'd  na  gang,  nor  yet  coud  fhe  fit, 

But  ay  fhe  curs'd  and. ay  fhe  bannd. 

Mean,  jtime  far  hind  out  o'er  the  lee 
Fu'  fnug  in  a  glen,  where  nane  coald  fee, 
The  twa  with  kindly  fport  and  glee, 

Cut  fi-ae  a  new  cheele  a  whang: 
The  priving  was  good,  it  pleas d  them  baith. 
To  lo'e  her  for  ay,  he  gae  her  his  aith. 
Quo' fhe,  To  leavetheeTwiU.be  'aith, 

My  winfbme  gaberlun/.ie-man. 

O  kend  my  minny  T  were  wi'  you , 
Ill-fardly  wad  fhe  crook  her  mou', 
Sick  a  poor  man  fhe'd  never  trow, 

After  the  gaberlunzie-man. 
My  dear,  quo' he,  ye're  yet  o'er  young, 
And  ha'  nae  learn'd  the  beggars  tongue, 
To  follow  me  frae  town  to  town, 

And  carry  the  gaberhmzie  on. 

WI'  cauk  and  keel  I'll  win  your  bread, 
And  fpindles  &  whorles  for  them  wha  need, 
Whilk  is  a  gentle  trade  indeed, 

To  carry  the  gaberlunzie  on. 
I'll  bow  my  leg,  and  crook  my  knee, 
And  draw  a  black  clout  o'er  my  ej^e, 
A  cripple  or  blind  they  will  ca'  me. 

While  we  fhal!  be  merry  and  fing. 


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And  rapp'd  at  her  window,  low  down  on  my  knee; 
Begging  that  fhe  would  awauk  from  fweet  flumber, 

Awauk  from  fweet  flumber  and  pity  me . 
For, that  a  ftranger.  to  a'  pleafure,  peace  and  reft, 

Love  into  madnefs  had  fired  my  torturd  breaft, 
And  that  I  fhould  be  of  a'  men  the  maift  unbleft, 

Unlefs  fhe  would  pity  my  fad  miferie! 

My  true-love  arofe  atid  whifpered  to  irej 

(The  moon  looked  in,  and  envy 'd  my  love's  charms;^ 
"An  innocent  ^maiden,  ah,  would  you  undo  me." 

I  made  no  reply,  but  leapt  into  her  arms : 
Bright  Phebus  peep'd  over  the  hills  and  found  me  there; 

As  he  has  done,  now,  feven  lang  years  and  mair: 
A  faithfuller,  conftanter,  kinder,  more  loving  Pair, 

His  fweet-chearing  beam  nor  enlightens  nor  warms . 


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'Tis  tender  grief  that  breaks  his  reft. 
He  droops  his  wings,  he  hangs  his  head, 
Since  fhe  he  fondly  lov'd  was  dead. 
With  Delia's  breath  my  joy  expir'd, 
Twas  Delia's  fmiles  my  fancy  fir'd; 
Like  that  poor  Bird,  I  pine,  and  prove 
fought  can  fupply  the  place  of  love. 


Dark  as  his  feathers  was  the  fate 
That  robb'd  him  of  his  darling  Mate , 
Dimm'd  ia  the  luftre  of  his  eye, 
That  wont  to  gaze  the  fun-bright  fky. 
To  him  is  now  for  ever  loft 
The  heartfelt  blifs  he  once  could  boaft, 
Thy  forrows,  haplefs  bird,  difplay 
An  image  of  my  foul's  difmay . 


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•  My  doughter  ye  fhall  hae, 

I'llgi'  ycu  her  by  the  hand: 
But  I'll  part  wi'  my  wife  by  my  fay, 

Or  I  part  wi'  my  land . 
Your  tocher  it  fall  be  good, 

There's  nane  fall  hae  its  maik, 
The  lafs  bound  in  her  fAood, 

And  Crummie  wha  kens  her  ftake: 
With  an  auld  bedden  o'  claiths, 

Was  left  mg  by  my  mither, 
They  re  jet  black  o'er  wi'  flaes, 

Ye  may  cuddle  in  them  the  gither. 

Ye  fpeak  right  well,  guidman, 

But  ye  maun  mend  your  hand, 
And  think  o'  modefty, 

Gin  ye'll  not  quat  your  land: 
We  are  but  young, ye  ken, 

And  now  we're  gawn  the  gither; 
A  houfe  is  but  and  ben, 

And  Crummie  will  want  her  fother. 
The  bairns  are  coming  en, 

And  they'll  cry,  O  their  mither; 
We  have  nouther  pat  nor  pan, 

Cut  four  bare  legs  the  gither. 

Your  tochers  be  good  enough 

For  that  you  need  nae  fear, 
Twa  good  f tilts  to  the  pleugh, 

And  ye  your  fell  maun  fteer: 
Ye  fhall  hae  twa  good  pocks 

That  anes  were  o'  the  tweel, 
The  t' ane  to  had  the  grots, 

The  ither  to  had  the  meal; 
With  an  auld  kift  made>of  wands, 


And  that  fall  be  your  coffer, 
Wi'  aiken  woody  bands,       '■- 
And  that  may  had  your  tocher. 

Confider  well,  guidman, 

We  hae  but  borrowed  gear, 
The  horfe  that  I  ride  on 

Is  Sandy  Wilfons  mare: 
The  faddle's  nane  of  my  ain, 

And  thae's  but  borrow'd  boots, 
And  when^that  I  gae  hame', 

I  maun  tak  to  my  koots : 
The  cloak  is  Geord  Watt's, 

That  gars  me  look  fae  croufe; 
Come  fill  us  a  cogue  of  fwats, 

We'll  make  nae  mair  toom  rufe. 

I  like  you  weel,  young  lad, 

For  telling  me  fae  plain, 
I  married  when  little  I  had 

0' gear  that  was  my  ain: 
But  fin    that  things  are  fae, 

The  bride  fhe  maun  come  furth, 
Tho'  a'  the  gear  fhe' 11  hae, 

It'll  be  but  little  worth. 

A  bargain  it  maun  be, 

"Fy  cry  on  Giles  the  mither : 
Content  am  I,  quo'  fhe, 

EJengar  the  hiffie  come  hither. 
The  bride  fhe  gade  till  her  bed, 

The  bridegroom  he  came  till  her; 
The  fidler  crap  in  at  the  fit, 

And  they  cuddl'd  it  a' the  gither. 


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The  glittering  fpears  are  ranked  ready, 
The  fhouts  o*  war  are  heard  a  far, 

The  battle  c4ofes  deep  and  bloody: 
It's  not  the  roar  o'  fea  or  fhore, 

Wad. make  me' langer  wifh  to. tarry; 
Nor  fhouts  o'  war  that's  heard  afar, 

Its  leaving  thee,   my  bony  Mary. 


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How  little  of  life's  fcanty  fpan  may  remain: 
What  afpccts,  old  Time,  in  his  progrefs,  has  worn; 
What  ties,  cruel  Fate,  in  roy  bofom  has  torn. 
How  foolifh,  or  worfe,  till  our  fummit  is  gain'di 
And  downward, *how  weaken'd  how  darkened,  how  pain'di 
Life  is  not  worth  having  with  all  it  can  give,  , 
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He  wrote  a  challenge  from  Dunbar, 
Come  fight  me  Charlie  an  ye  daur; 
If  it  be  not  by  the  chance  of  war 
I'll  give  you  a  merry  morning. 
Hey  John  ie  Cope  fee . 


On  the  morrow  when  he  did  rife, 
He  look'd  between  him  and  the  fkies; 
He  faw  them  wi'  their  naked  thighs, 
Which  feard  him  in  the  morning 
Hry  Johnie  Cope  fee  . 


When  Charlie  look'd  the  letter  upon  O  then  he  flew  into  Dunbar, 

He  drew  his  fword  the  fcabbard  from-  Crying  for  a  man  of  war;  (tar, 

"So  Heaven  reftore  to  me  my  own,  He  thought  to  have  pafs'd  for  a  ruftic 

"I'll  meet  you,  Cope,  in  the  morning."  And  gotten  awa  in  the  morning.    ^ 
Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee.  Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee. 

Cope  fw6re  with  many  a  bloody  word       Sir  Johnie  into  Berwick  rade, 
That  he  would  fight  them  gun  and  fword,  Juft  as  the  devil  had  been  his  guide; 
But  he  fled  frae  his  nelt  like  an  ill  fcar'd    Gien  him  the  warld  he  would  na  ftay'd 
And  Johnie  he  took  winginymorning(bird,To  foughten  the  boys  in  the  morning. 
Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee .  Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee . 


It  was  upon  an  afternoon, 
Sir  Johnie  march'd  to  Prefton  town 
He  fays, my  lads  come  lean  you  down, 
And  we'll  fight  the  boys  in  the  morning 
Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee  . 

But  when  he  faw  the  Highland  lads 
Wi' tartan  trews  and  white  cockauds, 
Wi'fwords  fe  guns  fe  rungs  fe  gauds-, 
O  Johnie  he  took  wing  in  the  morning. 
Hey  Johnie  Ccpe  fee. 


Says  the  Berwickers  unto  Sir  John, 

0  what's  become  of  all  your  men. 
In  faith  fays  he,  I  dinna  ken, 
I^left  them  a'  this  morning.' 

Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee . 

Says  Lord.  Mark  Car  ye  are  na  blate, 
To  bring  us  the  new's  o'your  ain  defeat 

1  think  you  deferve  the  back  o' the  gate; 
Get  put  o'  my  fight  this  morning. 

Hey  Johnie  Cope  fee . 


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O  dear  minny,  what  fhall  I  do? 
O  dear  minny,  what  fhall  I  do? 
Daft  thing,  doylt  thing,  do  as  I  do. 

If  I  be  black,  I  canna  be   loed; 
If  I   be  fair,  I  canna  be  gude; 
If  I   be    lordly,  the  lads  will  look  by  me: 
O  dear  minny,  what  fhall    I  do? 
Cho*  O  dear  minnv  &e. 


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O  Alloa  Houfe!  how  much  art  thou  chang'di 
How  filent,how  dull  to  me  is  each  grove; 
Alone   I  here  wander  where  once  we  both  rang'd, 
Alas,  where  to  pleafe  me  my  Sandy  once  ftrove! 
Here  Sandy  I  heard  the  tales  that  you  told; 
Here  liftened  too  fond,  whenever  you  fing; 
Am  1  grown  lefs  fair,  then,  that  you  are  turn'd  cold, 
Or  foolifh,  believ'd  a  falfe,  flattering  tongue. 

So  fpoke  the  fair  maid;  when  forrow  s  keen  pain, 

And  fhame,  her  laft  falt'ring  accents  fuppreft; 

For  fare  at  that  moment  brought  back  her  dear  fwain, 

Who  heard,  and,  with  rapture,  his  Nelly  addreft. 

My  Nell) "j  my  fair,  I  come,0  my  love, 

No  pow'r  (hall  thee  tear  again  from  my  arms, 

And,  Nelly!  no  more  thy  fond  fhepherd  reprove, 

Who  knows  thy  fair  worth,  and  adores  all  thy  charms. 

She  heard;  and  new  joy  fhot  thro'  her  foft  frame; 
And  will  you,  my  lovei  be  true,  fhe  reply'd! 
And  live  I  to  meet  my  fond  fhepherd  the  fame! 
Or  dream  I  that  Sandy  will  make  me  his  bridei 
O  Nelly!  T  live  to  find  thee  ftill  kind; 
Still  true  to  thy  fwain,  and  lovely  as  true: 
Then  adieu!  to  ,-''  forrow;   what  foul  is  fo  blind, 
As   not  to  live  happy"  for  ever  with  you. 


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/^1ABL  an  the  king  come, 
^-^Carl  an  the  king  come; 
Thou  fhalt  dance  and  I  will  fing, 
Carl  an  the  king  come. 


I  trow  we  fwapped  for  the   warfe, 
We  gae  the  boot  •  and  better  horfe; 
And  that  we'll  tell  them  at  the  crofs, 
Carl  an  the  king  come. 
Cho?  Carl  an  &c. 


An  fomebodie   were  come  again,  Coggie   an  the  king  come, 

Then  fomebodie  maun  crofs  the  main,  Coggie   an  the   king  come, 

And  every  man  fhall  hae  his  ain,  I'fe  be   fou  and  thou'fe  be  toom, 

Carl  an  the  king  come.  Coggie   an  the   king  come. 
Cho!  Carl  an  &c.  Cho?  Coggie  an  4c- 


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The  mind  whafe  every  wi£h  is  pure       His  gentle  manners  wan  my_  heart, 
Far  dearer  is  to  me,  He,  gratefu'  took  the  gift; 

And  e'er  I'm  forc'd  to  break  my  faith.Cou'd  I  but  think,  to  feek  it  back 
I'll  lay  me  down  and  die:  It  wou'd  be  war  than  theft. 

For  I  hae  pledged  my  virgin  troth      For  langeft  life,  can  ne'er  repay 
Brave  Donalds  fate  to  fhare,  The  fove  he  bears   to' me,/ 

And  he  has   gi'en  to  me  his  heart       And  e'er  I'm  forced  to  break  my  troth 

I'll  lay  me  down  and   die. 


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Sleeps  he   in  your  breezy  fhade, 

Ye  rocks  with  mofs  and  ivy  waving, 

On  fome  bank  where  wild  waves  laving, 

Murmur  through  the  twifted  wiilow; 

On  that  bank,  O  were  I  laid, 

How  foft  fhould  be   my  lover's  pillow! 

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Obligd  by  command  in  Flanders  to  land, 

T"  employ  my  courage  and  fkill.X), 
Frae  her  quietly  T  ftaw,  hoift  fails  and   awa, 

For  the  wind  blew  fair  on  the   billow , 
Twa  years  brought  me  hame,  where  loud-fraifing  fame 

Tald  me  with  a  voice  right  fhrill.-O, 
My  lafs,  like  a  fool,  had  mounted  the  ftool, 

NTor  kend  wha  had  done  her  the  ilL.O. 

Mair  fond  of  her  charms,  with  my  fon  in  her  arms, 

I  ferrying  fpeir'd  how  fhe  fell..O, 
Wi'  the  tear  in  her  eye,  quoth  fhe,  Let  me  die, 

Sweet  Sir,  gin  I  can  tell.-0. 
But  love  gave    command,  I  took  her  by  the  hand, 

And  bade  a'  her  fears  expel.. O, 
And  nae  mair  look  wan,  for  I  was  the  man 

Wha  had  done  her  the  deed  myfel-.O. 

My  bonny  fweet  lafs,  on  the  gowany  grafs, 

Beneath  the  Shilling- hill.. O, 
If  I  did  offence,  I'fe  make  ye  amends 

Before  I  leave  Peggy^a  mill._0. 
O  the  mill,  mill..O,  and  the  kill,  kilL.O, 

And  the  coggin  of  the   wheel.. O; 
The  fack  and  the  fieve,  a'  that  ye   maun  lea%e. 

And   round   with  a   fodger    reel  .  .O. 


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Wou'd  grant  the  boon  T  crave, 
And  tak  this  life  now  naething  worth 

Sin  Jamie's  in  his  grave. 
And  fee  his  gentle  fpirit  come 

To  (how  me  on  my  way, 
Surprif 'd  nae  doubt,  I  ftill  am  here, 

Sair  wondring  at  my  ftay. 


I  come,  I  come,  my  Jamie  dear 

And  oh!  wi?  what  gude  will 
I  follow,  wharfoe'er  ye  lead, 

Ye  canna  lead  to     ill. 
She  faid.and  foon  a  deadlie  pale 

Her  faded   cheek  pofseft, 
Her  waefu'  heart  forgot  to  beat 

Her  forrows   funk  to  reft. 


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Laft  gin  ye  lo'e  me  tell  me  now,  Lafs  gin  ye  lo'e  me  tak  me   now. 

Three  fparrows  may  dance   on    the  floor.  Which  ilka  day  lays  me  an  egg, 


And  I  canna  come  ilka  day  to  woo; 
I  ha'e  a  butt  and  I  hae  a  b«mn, 
Lafs  gin  ye  loe  me  tak  me   now; 
I  hae  three  chickens  and  a  fat  hen, 
And  I  canna  come  ony  mair  to  wop . 


And  I  canna  come  ilka  day  to  woo. 
T  ha'e  a  kebbock  upon  my  fhelf, 
Lafs  gin  ye  lo'e  me  tak  me    now, 
I  downa  eat  it  a'  my  felf, 
And  I  winna  come  ony  mair  to  woo . 


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Emma  fair  flowr  all  hearts  now  warming, 

She  muft  yeild  to  fates  decree, 
Soon  like  her,  thou  fhalt  be  charming, 

Soon  fhe'li  fade  and  pafs  like  thee. 
As  thou  art  the  fair  eft  blofsom, 

Thv  bleft  lot  (hall  envy  move; 
Go  breath  thy  fweets  on  Emma's  bofom, 

Seat  of  innocence  and  love. 


Love  will  teach  thee  when  refigning. 

On  that  breaft  thy  blufhing  pride. 
How  thy  modeft  head  declining, 

May  deck  her  beauties,  yet  not  hide . 
If  fome  hand  too  boldly  daring 

There  difturbs  thy  bleft  repofe, 
Be  not  of  thy  vengeance  fparing, 

Sheath  thy  prickles  in  my  foes . 


Ceafcceafe  my  dear  friend  to  explore. 


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Than  fimfhine  more  dear  to  my  f'ght, 
To  my  life  more  efsential  than  air, 
To  my  foul  fhe  is  perfect  delight, 
To  my  fenfe  all  that's  pleafing  and  fair, 
The  fwains  who  her  beauty  behold 
With  tranfport  applaud  ev'ry  charm, 
And  (wear  that  the  breaft  znuft  be  cold 
Which  a  beam  fb  intenfe  cannot  warm. 

Ah!  fay  will  fhe  (lightly  forego, 
A  conqueft,  tho'  humble,  yet  lure; 
Will  fhe  leave  a  poor  fhepherd  to  woe, . 
Who  for  her  ev'ry  blifs  would  procure. 
Alasi  too  prefaging  my  fears, 
Too  jealous  my  foul  of  its  blifs, 
Methinks  fhe  already  appears, 
To  forfee,  and  elude  my  addrefs. 

Does  my  boldnefs  offend  my  dear  maid, 
la  my  fondnefs  loquacious,  and  free. 
Are  my  vifits  too  frequently  paid, 
Or  my  converfe  unworthy  of  thee. 


(jbrtait. 
Yet  when  grief  was  too  big  for  my  _ 
And  labour'd  in  fighs  tn  complain, 
It's  ftruggles  I  oft  have  fupprelt , 
And  filence  impos'd  on  my  pain. 

And  oft  while,  by  tendernefs  caught 
To  my  charmer 8  retirement  1  fl£wf\» 
I  reproach'd  the  fond  abfence  of  thoug- 
And  in  blufhing  confufion,  withdrew. 
My  fpeech,  tho' too  little  refin'd,    • 
Tho'  fimple  and  aukward  my  mier., 
Yet  ftill  fhouldft  thou  deign  to  be  kind, 
What  a  wonderful  change  might  be   (en. 

Ahl  Strephon  how  vain  thy  defire, 
Thy  numbers  and  mufic  how  vain,     ?- 
While  merit  and  fortune  confpire, 
The  fmiles  of  the  nymph  to  obtain 
Yet  ceafe  to  upbraid  the  foft  choice. 
Tho' it  ne'er  fhquld  determine  for  thee. 
If  thy  heart  in  her  joy  may  rejoice, 
LTn happy  thou  never  canft  be  _ 

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Young  Jamie  !ood  me  well  and  he  fought  me  for  his  bride, 

But  faving  a  crown  he  had  naething  be  fide, 
To  make  that  crown  a  pound  my  Jamie  gade  to  fea, 

And  the  crown  and  the  pound  were  baith  for  me. 
He  had  nae  been  awa  a  week  but  only  twa, 

When  my  mother  fhe  fell  fick  and  the  cow  was  ftown  awa, 
My  father  brake  his  arm  and  my  Jamie  at  the  fea, 

And  auld  Robin  Gray  came  a  courting  me .  » 

My  father  coudna  work  and  my  mother  coudna  fpin, 

I  toil'd  day  and  night  but  their  bread  I  coudna  win, 
Auld  Rob  maintain'd  them  baith  and  wi'  tears  in  his  ee, 

Said  Jenny  for  their  fakes  O  marry  me . 
My  haart  it  faid  nay  I  look'd  for  Jamie  back, 

But  the  wind  it  blew  high  and  the  fhip  it  was  a  wrack, 
The  fhip  it  was  a  wrack  why  didna  Jenny  die, 

And  why  do  I  live  to  fay  waes.  me. 
Auld  Robin  argued  fair  tho'  my  mother  didna  fpeak, 

She  look'd  in  my  face  till  my  heart  was  like  to  break, 
So  they  gied.  him  my  hand  tho' my  heart  was  in  the  fea,- 

And  auld  Robin  Gray  is  gudeman  to  me. 
I  hadna  been  a  wife  a  week  hist  only  four, 

When  fitting  fae   mournfuly  at  the  door, 
I  faw  my   Jamie's  wreath  for  I  coudna  think  it  he, 

Till  he  faid  I'm  come  back  for  to  marry  thee. 

0  fair  did  we  greet  and  mickle  did  we  fay, 

We  took  but  ae  kifs  and  we  tore  ourfelves  away, 

1  wifh  I  were  dead  but  I'm  no  like  to  die, 
A  r.d  why  do  I  live  to  fay  waes  me . 

I  ging  like  a  ghaift  and  I  carenae  to  fpin, 
I  darena  think  on  Jamie  for  that  wad  be  a  fin, 

But  I'll  do  my  beft  a  gudewife  to  be, 
For  auld  Robin  Gray  is  kind  to  me. 


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ROGER. 

Im  happy  now;  ah!  let  my  head 

Upon  thy  breaft  recline; 
The  pleafure  ftrikes  me   near -hand  dead; 

Is  Jenny  then  fae  kind. 
O  let  me  briz  thee  to  my  heart, 

And  round  my  arms  entwine: 
Ddightfu*  thought!  we'll  never  part, 

Conic,  piefs-  thy  mouth  to  mine. 


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How  we  live,  .my  Meg  and. me, 
How  we  love  and  how  we  gree; 
I  carena  by  how  few  may  fee, 
Whiftle  o'er  the  lave  o't. 


Wha  I  wifh  were   maggots   meat, 

Difh'd  up  in  her  winding -fheet; 

I  could  write  -  but  Meg  maun  fee't, 

Whiftle  o'er  the  lave  o't. 

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My  Cromie  is  a  ufefu'  cow, 

And  fhe  is  come  of  a  good  kyne; 
Oft  has  fhe  wet  the  bairns  mou, 

And  I  am  laith  that  fhe  fhould  tyne; 
Get  up,  goodman,  it  is  fou  time, , 

The  fun  fhines  in  the  lift  fae  hie; 
Sloth  never  made  a  gracious  end, 

Go  tak  your  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

My  cloak  was  anes  a  good  grey  cloak, 

When  it  was  fitting  for  my  wear; 
But  now  its  fcantly  worth  a  groat, 

For  I  have  worn't  this  thirty  year; 
Let  s  fpend  the  gear  that  we  have  won, 

We  little  ken  the  day  we'll  die; 
Then  I'll  be  proud,  fince  I  have  fworn 

To  have  a  new  cloak  about  me. 

In  days  when  our  King  Robert  rang, 

His  trews  they  coft  Dut  half  a  crown; 
He  faid  they  were  a  groat  o'er  dear, 

And  ca'd  the  taylor  thief  and  loun. 
He  was  the  king  that  wore  a  crown, 

And  thou  the  man  of  laigh  degree, 
Tis  pride  puts  a'  the  country  down, 

Sae  tak  thy  auld  cloak  about  ye. 


Every  land  has  its  ain  laugh, 

Ilk  kind  of  corn  it  has  its  hool, 
I  think  the  warld  is  a'  run  wrang, 

When  ilka  wife  her  man  wad  rule; 
Do  ye  not  fee  Rob,  Jock,  and  Hab, 

As  they  are  girded  gallantly, 
While  I  fit  hurklen  in  the  afe. 

I'll  have  a  new  cloak  about  me. 

Goodman,  I  wat  tis  thirty  years 

Since  we  did  ane  anither  ken; 
And  we  have  had  between  us  twa 

Of  lads  and  bonny  laffes  ten; 
Now  they  are  women  grown  and  men, 

I  wifh  and  pray-  well  may  they  be; 
And  if  you  prove  a  good  hufband, 

E'en  tak  your  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

Bell  my  wife,  fhe  loves  na  ftrife, 

But  fhe  wad  guide  me,  if  fhe  can; 
And  to  maintain  an  eafy  life, 

[aft  maun  yield  ,tho*  Im  gudeman: 
Nought's  to  be  won  at  woman's  hand, 

UrJefs  ye  gi'e  her  a'  the  plea; 
Then  I'll  leave  off  where  I  began. 

And  tak  my  auld  cloak  about  me . 


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Envy,  and  vile  hypccrify, 
Where  truth  and  love  with  joy  agree, 
Unfullied   with  a  crime: 

(Jnmov'd  with  what  difturbs  the  great, 
In  proping  of  their  pride  and   ftate: 
He   lives,  and  unafraid  of  fate, 
Contented   fpends   his  time. 


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'Loud  howls  the  northern  blaft, 
'Bleak  is  the  dreary  wafte; 
'Hafte  thee  O  Donald  hafte 

'Hafte  to  thy  Flora. 
'Twice  twelve  long  months  are  o'er, 
'Since  in  a  .foreign  fhore, 
'You  promise!  to  fight  no  more, 

But  meet  me  in  Mora. 

"Where  now  is  Donald  dear, 
(Maids  cry  with  taunting  fneer 
"Say  is  he  ftill  fincere 

"To  his  lov'd  Flora.— 
'Parents  upbraid  my  moan; 
'Each  heart  is  turn'd  to  ftone_ 
'Ah  Flora,  thou'rt  now  alone 

'Friendlefs  in  Moral 

'Come  then,  oh  come  away,    ' 
'Donald  no  longer  ftay_ 
'Where  can  my  rover  ftray 

Trom  his  dear  Flora.  _ 
'Ah  fure  he  ne'er  could  be 
'Falfe  to  his  vows  and  me_ 
'O  HeavenI  _  is  not  yonder  he 

'Bounding  in  Moral 

'Never  O  wretched  fair! 
(Sigh'd  the  fad  mefsenger,) 
'Never  fhall  Donald  mair 

'Meet  his  lov'd  Floral 
+  A  fmall  valley  in  Athole,fo  named  by 


'Cold,  cold  beyond  the  main, 
'Donald  thy  love  lies  flain;  _ 
'He  fent  me  to  foothe  thy  pain 
'Weeping  in  Mora. 

'Well  fought  our  gallant  men 
'Headed  by  brave  Burgoyne, 
'Our  heros  were  thrice  led  on 

'To  Britifh  glory.  __ 
'But  ahi  tho'  our  foes  did  flee, 
'Sad  was  the  lofs  to  thee, 
'While  ev  ry  frefh  victory 

'Drown'd  us  in  forrow. 

"Here  take  .this  trufty^blade, 
(Donald  expiring  faid,  J 
"Give  it  to  yon  dear  maid 

"Weeping  in  Mora 

"Tell  her  oh  Allan  tell, 
"Donald  thus  bravely  fell,. 
"And  that  in  his  laft  farewell 

"He  thought  on  his  Flora? 

Mute  ftood  the  trembling  fair; 
Speechlefe  with  wild  defpair, 
Then  ftriking  her  bofom  bare 

Sigh'd  out  poor  Floral  __ 
Oh  Donald  1  oh  welladayl 
Was  all  the  fond  heart  could  fay  — 
Ajt  length  the  found  died  away 

Feebly  in  Mora. 
the  two  lovers. 


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Patie  Sings 

But  gin  they  hing  o'er  lang  upon  the  tree, 
Their  fweetnefs  they  may  tine;  tnd  fae  may  ye: 
Red  cheeked  you  eompletly  ripe  appear, 
And  I  ha'e  thol'd  and  woo'd  a  lar.g  haff-year. 


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Peggy  finging,  falls  into  Patie's  arms. 

Then  dinna  pu  me,  gently  thus  T  fa' 
Into  my  Patie's  arms,  for  good  and  a': 
But  ftint  your  wifhss  to  this  kind  embrace. 
And  mint  nae  farer  till  we've  got  the  grace. 

Patie  (-with,  his  left  hand  about  her  waift.) 

O  charming  armfu'  hence  ye  cares  away, 
I'll  kifs  my  treafure.  a'  the  live  _  lang  day; 
A'  night  I'll  dream  my  kifses  o'er  again. 
Till  that  day  come  that  ye' 11  be  a'  my  ain. 


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For  a'  the  lee-lang  fimmer's  day,  The  thoughts  o'  thee  my  breaft  inflame; 

I  coudna  fing,  I  coudna  fay,  And  ay  I  mufe  and  fing  thy  name, 

How  much,  how  dear,  I  love  thee.         I  only  live  to  love  thee. 
I  fee  thee  dancing  o'er  the  green,         Tho  I  were  doomd  to  wander  on, 
Thy  waift  fae  jimp,  thy  limbs  fae  clean,  Beyond  the  fea,  beyond  the  fun, 
Thy  tempting  lips,  thy  roguifh  een  -       Till  my  laft,  weary  fand  was  run; 
By  Heaven  and  Earth  I  love  thee.  Till  then  .and  tnen  I  love  thee.    ' 

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Sodp    of  Selma. 


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Thro'  fields  of  death  to 'gather  fame,  On  thee,  wert  thou  my  captive  too. 
Go  bid  him  lay  his   laurels  down 

And  all  his  well  earn'd  praife  difclaim.  It  (hall  upon  my  bofom  live, 

Or  clafp  me  in  a  clofe  embrace; 

The  Hibband   fhnll  its  freedom  lofe,  And  at  its  fortune  if  you  grieve- 

l-ofe  all  the  blif<»  it  had  with  you,  Retrieve   its  doom  and  take  its  place. 


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526: 


For  beauty  and  fortune  the  laddies  been  courtin; 
WeeKfeatur'd,  weel-tocher'd,  weel  mounted  and  braw; 

But  chiefly  the  filler,  that  gars  him  gang  till  her, 
The  Pennie's  the  jewel  that  beautifies   a*. 

There's  Meg  wi'  the   mailin  that  fain  wad  a  haen  him; 
And  Sufie  whafe  daddy  was  laird  o'  the  Ha; 

There's  lang-tocher'd  Nancy  maift  fetters  his  fancy- 
But  th*  laddie's  dear  fel  he  lo'es  deareft  of  a'. 


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My    hearts  in   the   Highlands, 


Tune,  FaiUe  na  m:olg. 


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Farewell  to  the  ftraths  and  green  vallies  below: 
Farewell  to  the  forefts  and  wild  hanging  woods; 
Farewell  to  the  torrents  and  loud  pouring  floods. 
My  heart's   in  the  Highlands,  my  heart  is  not  here, 
My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  a  chafing  the  deer: 
Chafing  the  wild  deer,  and  following  the  rot ; 
My'  heart's  in   the  Highlands,  wherever   I  go. 


John  Anderson   my    Jo. 


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John  Anderfon  my  jo,  John, 

We  clamb  the  hill  the   gither; 
And  mony  a  canty  day  John, 

We've  had   wi'  ane   anither: 
Now  we    maun  totter  down,  John, 

And  hand  in  hand  we'll  go; 
And  fleep  the  gither   at  the  foot, 

John  Anderfon  my  Jo. 


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Snares  they  faid  would  catch  the  men; 
And  on  .my  head  a  huge  commp.de  fat  cocking, 

Which  made  me  fhew  as  tall  again: 
For  a  new  gown  I  paid  muckle  money, 
Which  with  golden  flowers  did  fhine: 
My  love  well  might  think  me  gay  and  bonny, 
Nae  fcots  lafs  was  e'er  fo  fine. 
My  petticoat  I  fpotted, 
Fringetoo   with  thread  I  knotted, 
Lacd  fhoes  and  filken  hofe  garter'd  o'er  the  knee; 
But  ohi  the  fatal  thought, 
To  Willy  thefe  are  nought, 
Wha  rid    to  towns,  and  rifled  wi'  dragoons, 
When  he,  filly  loon,  might  hae  plunder'd   me. 


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And  write  their  names  in  his  black  beuk 

Wha  gae  the  whigs  the  power  o'ti        Grim  Vengeance  lang  has  taen  a  nap 


Cho?    Awa  whigs  &c. 

)',r  fad  decay  in  church  and  ftate 
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As    I  gaed  down  the  water-fide,  Ye  fall  get  gowns  and  ribbons  meet, 
There  I  met  my  fhepherd-lad,  Cauf-leather  fhoon  upon  your  fest. 

He  row'd  me  fweetly  in  his  plaid,  And  in  my  arms  ye'se  lie  and  fleep. 
An  he  ca'd  me  his  dearie.  And  ye  fall  be  my  dearie. 

Cho?   Ca'  the  ewes  &c.  Cho?  Ca*  the. ewes  &c. 


Will  ye  gang  down  the  water- fide  If  ye'll  but  ftand  to  what  ye've  faid, 

And  fee  the  waves  fae  fweetly  glide  I se  gang  wi' you,  rry  fhepherd-lad, 

Beneath  the  hazels      fpreading  wide,  And  ye  may  rowe  me, in  your  plaid, 

The  moon    it  fhmes  fu'  clearly.  And  I  fall  be  your, dearie. 

Cho?  Ca'  the  ewes  &c .  Cho?  Ca'  the  ewes  &c .  ■  ■  - 


I  was  bred  up  at  nae  fie  fchool, 
My  fhepherd-lad,  to  play  the  fool, 

And  a'  the  day  to  fit  in  dool, 
And    nae  body  to  fee  me . 
Cho?    Ca'  the  ewes  fee . 


While  waters  wimple  to  the  fea; 

While  day  blinks  in  the  lift  fae  hie; 
Till  clay-cauld  death  fall  blin  iry  e'e. 

Ye   fall  be  my  dearie . 
Cho?  Ca'  the  ewes  &c . 


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Highland   Song 


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Tranflatioi\. 
Thypraife.ru  ever  celebrate. 
Truly    thou  art  my  Lover  either  among  the 
lowly  or  high,  thou  art  the  true  fori  of  the 
Gentleman,  and  alfo  the  Farmers  fort  when  the 
Harveft  comes  on . 


The  Jolly  Beggar. 


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roving  Sae   Late   into  the  night,  And  we'll  gang  nae  mair  a  roving, Let  the 


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moon  fhine  ne'er  fae  bright,  And  we'll  gang  nae  mair  a  roving. 


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He  wad  neither  ly  in  barn,  ndr  yet  wad  he  in  byre, 
Byt  in  ahint  the  ha'  door,  or  elfe  afore  the  fire . 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c. 

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""he  beggars  bed  was  made  at  e'en  wi' good  clean  ftraw  and  hay, 
Ind  in  ahiht  the  ha'  door,  and  there  the  beggar  lay. 


And    we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c, 


Up  raife  the  goodman's  dochter,  and  for  to  bar  the  door, 
And  there  (he  faw  the  beggar  ftandin  i'  the  floor. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c 

He  took  the  ,laffie  in  his  arms,  and  to  the  bed  he  ran, 
O  hooly,  hooly  wi'  me,  Sir,  ye'll  waken  our  goodman. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c. 

The  beggar  was  a  cunnin'  loon,  and  ne'er  a  word  he  (pake, 
Until  he  got  his  turn  done,  fyne  he  began  to  crack. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c. 

Ts  there  ony  dogs  into  this  town,  Maicen,  tell  me  true; 
And  what  wad  ye  do  wi'  them,  my  hinny  and  my  dow. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c. 

They'll  rive  a  my  mealpocks,  and  do  me  meikle  wrang. 

0  dool  for  the  doing  o't,  are  ye  the  poor  man. 

And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c . 

Then  fhe  took  up  the  mealpocks  and  flang  them  o'er  the  wa', 
The  d  _  1  gae  wi'  the  mealpocks,  my  maidenhead  and  a'. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c. 

1  took  ye  for  fome  gentleman,  at  leaft  the  Laird  of  Brodie; 
O  dool  for  the  doing  o't!  are  ye  the  poor  bodie .  ; 

And  we'll  gang   nae  mair,  &c.  • 

He  took  the  laffie  in  his  arms,  and  gae  her  kiffes  three, 
And  four- and -twenty  hunder  mark  to  pay  the  nurice-fee. 
And  we'll  gang   nae  mair,  &c . 

He  took  a  horn  frae  his  fide,  and  blew  baith  loud  and  fhrill, 
And  four- and -twenty  belted  knights  came  flapping  o'er  the  hill. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c. 

And  he  took  out  his  little  knife,  loot  a'  his  duddies  fa\ 
And  he  was  the  braweft  gentleman  that  was  amang  them  a'. 
And  we'll  gang  nae   mair,  &c. 

The  beggar  was  a  cliver  loon,  and  he  lap  fhoulder  heigut, 
O  ay  for  ficken  quarters  as  I  gat  yefternight. 
And  we'll  gang  nae  mair,  &c . 


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Dear  lafsie',  he  cries  wi'  a  Jeer,    _, 
"Ne'er  heed  what  the  auld  anes  will  fay; 
"Tho'  we've  little  to  brag  o'_neer  fear, 
"What's  gowd  to  a  heart  that  is  wae . 
'Xhir  laird  has  bajth  honours  and  wealth; 
"Yet  feei  how  hes  dwining  wi'  care: 
"Now  we,  tho'  we've  naithing  buj  health, 
"Are  cantie  and  leil  evermair. 

"O  Menie!  the  heart  that  is  true, 
"Has  fomething  mair  coftlie  than  gear; 
"Ilk  e'en,  if.  has  naithing  .to  rue, 
"'Ilk  morn,  it  has  naithing  to  fear : 


Mymither's  aymakin'a  phraze, 
"That,  I'm  lucky  young  to  be  wed; 
But  lang'ere  fhe  countit  my  days, 
O'  me  fhe  was  brought  to  bed : 
Sae  mither,  juft  fettle  your  tongue, 
An'  dinna  be  flytin'  fae  bauld ; 
For  we  can  do  the  thing  when  we're  young,  "Ye  warldlings!  gae,  hoard  up  your  ftore, 

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That  we  canna  do  weel  when  we're  auld 


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Let  ithers  brag  weel  o'  their  gear, 
Their  land,  and  their  lordlie  degree; 
I  carena  for  ought  but  my  dear, 
For  he's  ilka  thing  lordlie  to  me: 
His  words  mair  than  fugar  are  fweet. 
His  fenfe  drives  ilk  fear  far  awal 
1  Uften  poor  fool i  and  I  greet 
Yet  ohl  how  fweet  are  the  tears  as  they  fai  And  this  night  I'll  tak  Jamie,  for  life 


And  tremble  for  fear  oughLye  tyne: 
"Guard  your  treafures  wi' lock, bar  &  door 
"While  thus  in  my  arms  I  lock  mine!" 

He  ends  wi*  a  kifs  and  a  fmile  _ 
Waes  me!  can  I  tak  it  amifs, 
When  a  lad  fae  unpractis'd  in  guile 
Smiles  faftly,  and  ends  wi' a  kifs! 
Ye  lafses .  wha  loo  to  torment 
Your  lemans  wi'faufe  fcorn  and  ftrife, 
Play  your  pranks  -for  I  ve  gien  my  confent 


I'll    male   you    be.  fain   to   follow    me. 


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To  follow  me,  I  think  ye  may  be  glad, 
A  part  o'  my  /upper,  a  part  o'  my  bed, 
A  part  o'  my  bed, wherever  it  be, 
I'll  mak  you  be  fain  to  follow  me. 
Come  try  my  knapfack  on  your  back, 
Alang  the  kings   high -gate  we'll  pack; 
Between  Saint   Johnfton  and  bony  Dundee, 
I'll  male  you  be  fain  to  follow  me. 


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The  Bridal   o't 


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An  we  had  but  a   bridal  o't, 

Ah  we  had  but  a  bridal  o't, 
We'd  leave  the  reft  un'o  glide  luck 

Altho'  there  fhould  betide  ill  o't: 
For  bridal  days  are  merry  times 

And  young  folks  like  *be  coining  o't, 
And  Scribblers  they  bang  up  their  rhyme 

And  Pipers  they  the  bumming  o't. 

The  lafses  like  a  bridal  ot, 

The  lafses  like  a  bridal  ot, 
Their  braws  maun  be  in  rank  and  file 

Altho'  that  they  fhould  guide  ill  o't: 
The  boddom  o'  the  kift  is  then 

Turn'd  up  unto  the  immoft  o't, 
The  end  that  held  the  keeks  fae  clean 

Is  now  become  the  teemeft  o  t. 

The  bangfter  at  the  threfhing  o't, 
The  bangfter  at  the  threfhing  o't, 

*\fore  it  comes  is  fidgin  fain 
And  ilka  day's  a  clafhing  o't; 


He'll  fell  his  jerkin  for  a  groat, 

His  linder  for  anither  o't, 
And  e'er  he   wart  to  clear  his  fhot, 

His  fark'll  pay  thetither  o't. 

The  Pipers  and  the  Fiddlers  o't, 
s     The  Pipers  and  the  Fiddlers  ot, 
Can  (me  11  a  bridal  unco  far      < 

And  like  to  be. the  niiddlers  o't: 
Fan  thick  and  thr.vfald  the\  convene 

Ilk  ane  envies  the  tithcr  o't, 
And  wifhes  nane  but  him  alane 

May  ever  fee  anither  q't. 

Fan  they  hae  done  Hi  eating  o't, 

Fan  they  hae  done  wi' eating  o't. 
For  dancing  they  gae  to  the  green, 

And  aiblins  to  the  beating  o't: 
He  dances  beft  that  dances  faft,. 

And  loups  at  ilka  reefing  o't. 
And  claps  h;e   hands  frae  hough  to  hough. 

And  furls  about  the  fee/ings  o't. 


Merrv  hae  I   been    teethin   a  heckle 
Tune,  Boddich  na' mbrigs,  or         Lord  Breadalbine's  March. 


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kifs-in    my  Katie  when  a'    was    done.      O,     A'  the    lang    day      I 


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Bitter  in  dool  I   /ickit  my  *in>iins  ' 

O   marrjing  Btfs,  to  gie  her  a  Have: 

Bleft  be  the  hour  fhe  copld  in  her  linnens, 

And  blythe  be  the  bird  that  Tings  on  her  grave! 

Come  to  ny  arms,  my  Katie,  my  Katie, 

An    come  to  my  arms  and  kifs  me  again! 

Druken  or  fober  here's  to  thee,  Katie! 
And  b!eft  be  the  day  I  did  it   again. 


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A  Mother's        lament  for   the  death  of  her  fon 

Tune,  Finlayfton  Houfe 


%/X   ~\~&  Fate   gave    the    word,  the  ar_row  fped,And  pierc'd  my 


Darling's     heart:     And     "\ith    him    all     the  'joys    are     fled    I;il 


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all       my      hopes,    My         a  _  ges    fulture       fhade. 


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The  mother  linnet  in  the  brake 

Bewails  her  ravifh'd  young; 
So  I,  for  my  loft  Darling's  fake, 

Lament  the  live -day  long. 
Death,  oft  I've  fear'd  thy  fatal  blow, 

Now,  fond,  T  bare  my  breaft, 
O,  do  thou  kindly  lay  me   low 

With  him  I  love  at  refti 


The    White  Cockade. 


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I'll  fell  my  rock,  my  reel,  my  tow, 
Mygude  gray  mare  and   hawkit  cow; 
To  buy  myfel  a  tartan  plaid, 
To  follow  the  boy  wi'  the  White  Cockade. 
Cho.    O  he s   a  ranting,  roving  lad. 


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Oraju  gaoiL,  a    gallic    fong  translated  by    a    Lady 


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Awd  by  her  mien  and  Jk-avenly  like  motion, 
I  follow d  the  goddefs-  who  ravifh'd  my  eye; 

I  would  _but  Oh,  Heavens!  could  I  but  defcribe'  her, 
Thoufands  like  mo  would  adore  her  and  die! 
O!  on  my  faithful  &c . 

■i 

Her  complection  is  like  to  the  delicate  fnow; 

Lilies  and  rolVs  compar'd   with  her  fkin, 
(Soon  loft  their  hue  and  fink  back  in  confufion, 

Tnable  to  bear  the  bright  rays  cf  the  fun. 
O!   on  my  faithful  &c. 


Sandy  o'er  the  Lee 


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1  will  not  have  the  mimfter  for  all  his  godly  looks, 
Nor  yet  will  I  the  lawyer  have,  for  all  his  wily  crooks: 
I  will  not  have  the  plowman  lad,  nor  yet  will  I  the  miller, 
But  I  will  have  my  Sandy  lad,  without  one  penny  filler 
For  he's  aye  a  kifsing  kifsing  &c. 

T  will  not  have  the  foldier  lad  for  he  gangs  to  the  war, 
I  will  not  have  the  failor  lad  'oe&ufe  he  fmells  of  tar, 
[  will  not  have  the  lord  nor  laird  for  all  their  mickle  gear, 
But  I  will  nave  my  Sandy  lad  my  Sandy  o'er  the  moor. 

For  he's  aye  a  kifsing  kifsing  ■<.< 


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f     tod_Ien   hame,  Oi      Cou'dna   my  love    come    tod_len  hame: 


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Fair  fa'  the  goodwife,  and  fend  her  good  fale, 
She  giea  us   white  bannocks  to  drink  her  ale, 
Syne  if  her.  tippony  chance  to  be  fma, 
We'll  tak  a  good  fcour  o't,  and  ca't   awa'. 
Todlen  hame,  todlen  hame, 
As  round  as  a  neep  come  todlen  hame. 

My  kimmer  and  I  lay  down  to  fleep, 
And  twa  pint  ftoups  at  our  bed- feet; 
And  ay  when  we   waken'd  we  drank  them  dry: 
What  think  you  of  my  wee   kimmer  and   I', 

Todlen  butt  and  todlen  ben, 

Sae   round    as   my  love  comes  todlen  hame. 

Lee/,  me  on  liquor,  my  todlen  dow, 
Ye're  ay  fae  good  -humour  'd  when  weeting  your  mou; 
When  fober  fae  four,  ye'll  fight  wi'  a  flee, 
That  'it's   a  blyth  fight  to  the  bairns  and   me, 

Todlen  hame,  todlen  hame, 

When  round  as    a  neep  ye  come  todlen  hjjr.e. 


The  .Braes  o'  Ballochmyle. 


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Loup  in  your  wintry  beds,  ye  flowers, 
Again  ye'll  flourifh  frefh  and  fair; 
Ye  birdies  dumb,  in  w-th'ring  bowers, 
Again   ye'll  charm  the  vocal    air. 
But  here  alas!  for  me  nae  mair; 
Shall  birdie  charm,  or  floweret  fmile; 
Fareweel  the  bonnie  banks  of  Ayr,  ■ — *" 
J^arevNeel.fareweeli  fweet  Ballochmjle i 


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When  I  mount  tue  Creepie-chair,  Wna  will  crark  to  me  my  lane; 

Wha  will  fit  befide  m,_-  there,  VVha  v%al  mak  me  ftdgin  fain; 

Gie  me   Rob,  I'll  feek  nae  mair,  VVha   will  kifs  me  o'er  again. 

The  rantin  dog  the  Daddie  o't.  The  rantin  dog  the  Daddie  o'K    j. 

The  Shepherds  Preference. 


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The  fhepherd  thus  fung,  while  his  flocks  all  around, 

Drew  nearer  and  nearer  and  figh'd  to  the  found; 
Around, as  in  chains,  lay  the  beafts  of  the  wood. 

With  pity  dtfttrmci,  with  mufic  fubdu'd. 
Young  Jefsy  is  fair  as  the  fpring's  earlv  flower. 

And   Mary  fings  fweet  as  the  bird,  in  her  bower* 
But  Peggy  is  fairer  and  fweefer  than  they 

With  looks  like  the  morning  with  fmiles  like  the  Jay. 

In  the  flower  of  her  youth  in  the  bloom  of  eighteen, 

Of  virtue  the  goddefs,  of  beauty  the  queen, 
One  hour     in  her  prefence,an  age  farexcells, 

Amid  courts,  where  ambition  with  roifery  dwells? 
How  fair  to  the  fnepherd  the  new  fpringing  flowers, 

When  may  and   when  morning  lead  on  the  gay  hours, 
But  Peggy  is  brighter  and  fairer  than  they, 

She's  iair  as  the  morning  and  lovely  as   may. 

How  fweet  to  the  fhepherd  the  wild   woodland  found, 

When  larks  fing .above  him,  and  lambs  bleat  around; 
But  Peggy  far  fweeter  can  fpeak   and  can  fing 

Than  the  notes  of  the  warblers  that  welcome  the  fpring. 
When  in  beauty  fhe   moves  by  the  brook  of  the  plain, 

You  would  call  her  a  Venus,  new   fprung  from  the  main, 
When  fhe  fings  and  the  woods   with  their  echoes  rtply, 

You  wouicfthink  that  an  angel  was  warbling  on  high. 

How  {prightly  the  fwains,  in  her  prefence  appear 

All  the  charms  fhe  improves  that  embellifh  the  ear, 
•She  heightens  each  pleafure,  fhe  foftens  each  woe, 

She  is  all  of  celeftial  we  fancy  below.  , 

Ye  Pow  rs  that  prefide  over  mortal  eftate, 

VVhofe  nod  governs  nature,  whofe  pleafure  is  fate, 
O  grant  me,  O  grant  me  the  heaven  of  her  charms, 

May  I  live  in  her  prefence    mi  die   in  her  arms. 


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Can   I  forget  the  hallow 'd  grove  The  birds  fang  love  on  every  fprav, 

Where,  by  the  winding  Ayr,  we  met       Till  too, too  foon  the  glowing"  weft 

To  live  one  day  of  parting  love!  Proclaim 'd  the  fpeed  of  winged  day. 

Eternity  cannot  efface  (paft; 

Thofe  records  dear  of  tranfports-     Still  o'er  thefe  fcenes  my  mem'ry  wakts 
Thy  image  at  our  laft  embrace,  And  fondly  broods  with  mifer-care; 

Ah,  little  thought  we  'twas  our  laft!  Time  but  tliimprefsion  ftrcnger  makes, 

As  ftreams  their  channels  deeper  wear: 
•Vyr  gurgling  kifs'd  his  pebbled  fhore,  My  Mary,  dear  departed  Shade: 

O'er  hung  with  wild-woods  thickening     Where  is  thy  place  of  blifsful  reft? 
The  fragrant  birch fctfww thorn  hoarfgreen;  Seeft  thou  thy  Lover  lowly  laid? 

Twin'd  amorous  round  the  rapturd  fcene;  Hearft  thou  the  groans  that  renH  his 


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He  livit  quhen  Britons  breach  of  faith  The  King  of  Norfe  in  fummer  tyde, 
Wroucht  Scotland  meikle  wae;  Puft  up  with  powir  and  micht, 

And  ay  his  fword  tauld  to  their  ficaith,  Landed  in  fair  Scotland  the  yle, 

He  was  their  deidly  fae.  ,  With  mony  a  hardy  knicht. 


Hie  on  a  hill  his  caftle  ftude, 
With  halls  and  tonirs  a  hicht, 

And  guidly  chambers  fair  to  fe. 
.Quhairhe  lodgit  mony  a  knicht, 

His  dame  fae  peirlefs  anes  and  fair, 
For  chaft  and  bewtie  deimt, 

Nac  marrow  had  in  all  the  land, 
Saif    Elenor      the  qui  en. 

Full  thirtein  fons  to  hhr>  fcho  bare, 

All  men  of  valour  ftout; 
In  bludy  ficht  with  fword  in  hand 

Nyne  loft  their  lives  bot  doubt; 


The  tydings  to  our  gude  Scots  king 

Came,  as  he  fat  at  dyne, 
With  noble  chiefs  in  braif  aray, 

Drinking  the  blude  -reid  wyne. 

To  horfe,  to  horfe,  my  royal  Liege, 
Zours  faes  ftand  on  the  (trand, 
Full  twenty  thoufand  ghttering  fpears  • 
The  King  of  Norfe  commands" 

Bring  me  my  fteed  Mage  dapple  gray? 
Our  gude  King  raife  and  cry'd, 
"A  truftier  beaft  in  all  the  land 
A  Scots  king  nevir  feyd . 


Four  /.it  remain,  lang  may  they  live         Go,  little  page,  tell  Hardyknute, 
To  ftand  by  liege  and  land:  That  lives  on  hill  fae  hie, 

Hie  was  their  fame,  hie  was  their  micht,  To  draw  his  fword,  the  dreid  of  faes, 
And  hie  was  their  command.  And  haft  and  follow  me? 


Great  luve  they  bare  to  Fairly  fair, 
Their  fifter  faft  and  deir; 

Her  girdle  fhawd  her  middle  gimp, 
And  gowden  glift  her  hair. 

Quhat  waefou  wae  her  bewtie  bred, 
Waefou  to  zung  and  auld, 

Waefou  I  trow  to  kyth  and  kin, 
As  ftory  ever  tauld! 


The  little  page  flew  fwift  as  dart 
Flung  by  his  mafters  arm : 

"Cum  down,  cum  down,  Lord  Hardy  - 
And  rid  zour  King  frae  harm7(-knute, 

(-iks, 
Then  reid  reid  grew  his  dark-brown  che- 
■    Sae  did  his  dark-brown  brow; 
His  luiks  grew  kene,as  they  were  wont, 
In  dangers  great, to  do.  &c. 


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To  meet  them  were  na  flaw,  man, 
They  rufh'd,  and  pufh'd  &  bhide  outgufh'd 

And  mony  a  bouk  did  fa*  man: 
The  great  Argyle  led  on  his  files, 
[  wat  they  glanc'd  for  twenty  miles, 
Theyhbugh'd  the  Clans  like  nine-pin  kyles 
They  hack'd  k.  hafh'd  while  braid  fvvordscla 
And  thro' they daflTd^hew'd&fmafhUffh'd, 
lill  fey  men  di'd  awa,  man. 

Cho?   la  la   la,  Sic. 
Rut  had  ye  feen  the  philibegs 

And  ftyrin  tartan  trews,  man, 
\Mien  in  the  teeth  they  dar'd  our  Whigs, 

And  covenantTmeblues,  man; 
■  In  lines  extended  lang  and  large, 
When  baiginetB  o'erpower'd  the  charge, 
And  thoufands  halten'd  to  the  charge; 
Wi'Highland  wrath  they  frae  the  fheath 
Drew  blades  o'  death,  till  out  o'  breath 
They  fled  like  frighted  dows,man!' 

Cho?  la  la  la,  fee.  .     . 

O  how  deil  Tarn  can  that  be  true, 

The  chace  gaed  frae  the  north,  man; 
I  fa  a-  myfel,they  did  purfue 

The  horfe-mer  bach  to  Forth,  man 
A'    '  at  "Dunblane    in  rr  >   ain  fight 


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And  ftraughtto  Stirling  wing'd  their -fH- 
,But,curfed  lot!  the  gates  were  fhut^ght, 
And  mony  a  huntit,  poor  Red-coat 
For  fear  amaift  did  fwarf,  man. 

Cho?  la  la  la,  &c. 
My  lifter  Kate  cam  up  the  gate 

Wi'crowdie  unto  me,  man;  -- 
She  fwoor  £he  faw  fome  rebels  run 

To  Perth  and  to  Dundee,  man: 
Their  left-hand  General  had  nae  (kill; 
The  Angus  lads  had  nae  gude  will. 
That  day  their  neebour's  blude  to  fpill; 
For  fear  by  foes  that  they  fiiould  lofe . 
Their  cogs  o'  brofe,they  (card  at  blows 
And  hameward  felt  did  flee,  man. 

Cho?  la  la  la,  fee. 
They've  loft  fome  gallant  gentlemen 

Amang  the  Highland  clans,  man; 
I  fear  my  Lord  Panmuir  is  (lain, 

Or  in  his  en'mies  hands,  man :  • 
Now  wad  ye  ling  this  double  flight, 
Some  fell  for  wrang  &  fome  for  right, 
And  mony  bade  the  war  Id  gudenight; 
Say  pell  and  mell,wi'mu£kets  knell 
How  Tories  fell  and  Whigs  to  h_ll 
Flew  off  in  frighted  bands,  man. 

Cho?  la  la  la,  &c. 


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The  Autumn  mourns  her'ripnihg  corn 
By  early  Winters  ravage  torn; 
Acrofs  her  placid,  azure  fky, 
She  fees  the  fcowling  tempeft  fly: 
Chili  runs  my  blood  to  hear  it  rave, 
I  think  upon  the  ftormy  wave, 
Where  many  a  danger  J  muft  dare, 
Far  from  the  bonie  banks  gf  Ayr. 

Tis  not  the  furging  billows  roar, 
Tis  not  that  fatal,  deadly  fhflre; 
Tho  Death  in  ev'ry  fhape  appear. 
The  wretcktd  l.uvt   no  more  to  fear: 


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That  heart  tranfpierecl  with  many  a  wo- 
Thefe  bleed  afreQi.thofe  ties  T  iear,£und 
To  leave  the  bonie  banks  of  Ayr. 

Farewell, old  Coila's  hills  an  1  dales, 
Her  heathy  moors  and  winding  vales; 
The  fcene6  where  wretched  fancy  roves, 
Furfuing  paft,  unhappy  loves  1 
Farewell, my  friends!  farewell, my  foes. 
My  peace  with  thefe,  my  love  with  thofe- 
The  burfting  tears  my  heart  declare. 
Farewell,  the  bonie  bar.ks  of  Ayf; 


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tun'd   my  pipe  and   pleas 'd   myfelf  with  John  of    Badenyond . 

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Now  in  the  days  of  youthful  prime  a  miftrefs  I  muft  find , 
For  love,  they  fay,  gives  One  an  air,  and  ev'n  improves  the  mind, 
On  Phillis  fair,  above  the  reft,  kind  fortune  fix'd  my  eyes; 
Her  piercing  beauty  ftruck  my  heart,  and  fhe  became  my  choice: 
To  Cupid  then,  with  hearty  pray'r,  I  offer'd  many  a  vow, 
And  danc'd,and  fung,  and  figh'd  and  fwore,  as  other  lovers  do: 
But  when  at  laft  I  breath'd  my  flame,  I  found  her  cold  as  ftone; 
T  left  the  girl,  and  tun'd  my  pipe,  to  John  of  Badenyond . 

When  love  had  thus  my  heart  beguiled,  with  foolifh  hopes  and  vain, 
To  friendfhip's  port  I  fteer'd  my  courfe,  and  laugh'd  at  lovers  pain; 
A  friend  I  got  by  lucky  chance,  'twas  fomething  like  divine,    . 
An  honeft  friend's  a  precious  gift,  and  fuch  a  gift  was  mine: 
And  now  whatever  might  betide  a  happy  man-was  I, 
In  any  ftrait  I  knew  to  whom  I  freely  might  apply: 
A  ftrait  foon  came,  my  friend  I  try'd,  he  laugh'd  and  fpurn'd  my  moan 
I  hyd  me  home,  and  pleas'd  myfelf  with  John  of  Badenyond. 

I  thought  I  fhould  be  wifer  next,  and  would  a  patriot  turn, 
Began  to  doat  on  Johnny  Wilkes,  and  cry  up  Parfon  Home, 
Their  noble  fpirit  I  admire!  and  prais'd  their  manly  zeal, 
Who  had  with  flaming  tongue  and  pen  maintained  the  public  weal: 
But  e'er  a  month,  or  two  was  paft,  I  found  myfelf  betray 'd ; 
'Twas  Self  and  Party  after  all,  for  all  the  ftir  they  made; 
At  laft  I  faw  thefe  factious  knaves  infult  the  very  throne, 
I  cursd  them  a',   and  tun'd  my  pipe,  to  John  of  Badenyond. 

What  next  to  do  I  mus'd  a  while,  ftill  hoping  to  fucceed, 
1  pitch'd  on  books  for  company,  and  gravely  try'd  to  read; 
I  bought  -and  borrow'd  every  where,  and  ftudied  night  and  day; 
Nor  mift  what  Dean  or  Doctor  wrote,  that  happened  in  my  way: 
Philofophy  I  nowefteem'd  the  ornament  of  youth; 
And  carefully  thro'  many  a  page,  I  hunted  after  truth; 
A  thoufand  various  fchemes  I  try 'd  and  yet  was  pleas'd  with  none, 
I  threw  them  by,  and  tun'd  my  pipe  to  John  of  Badenyond. 

And  now  ye  youngfters  every  where,  who  want  to  make  a  fhow, 
Take  heed  in  time,  nor  vainly  hope  for  happinefs  below; 
What  you  may  fancy  pleafure  here  is  but  an  empty  name, 
For  girls,  and  friends,  and  books,  and  fo, you'll  find  them  all  the  fame. 
Then  be  advis'd,  and  warning  take  from  fuch  a  man  as  me, 
I'm  neither  Pope  nor  Cardinal,  nor  one  of  high  deree: 
You'll  find  difpleafure  every  where;  then  do  as  I  have  done, 
Een  tune  your  pipe,  and  pleafe  yourfelf  with  John  of  Badenyond. 


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Her  page,  the  fwifteft  of  her  train, 

Had  dumb  a  lofty  tree, 
Whafe  branches  to, the  angry  blaft 

Were  foughing  mournfullie  : 
He  turn'd  his  een  towards  the  path 

That  near  the  caftle  lay, 
Where  good  lord  John  and  Rothemay 

W«=re  rideing  down  the  brae. 

Swift  darts  the  eagle  from  the  fky, 

When  prey  berteath  is   feen; 
As  quickly  he  forgot  his  hold, . . 

And  perch'd  upon  the  green: 
O  hie  thee,  hie  theel  lady  gay, 

Frae  this  dark  wood  awa: 
Some  vifitors  of  gallant  mein 

Are  hafting  to  the  ha. 

Then  round  fhe  rowed  her  filken  plaid 
Her  Steot  fhe  did   na  fpare, 

Until  fhe  left  the  foreft  fkirts 
A  lang  bow-fhot  and  mair. 

O  where,  O  where,  my  good  lord  John 

0  tell  me  where  you  ride? 
Within  my  caftle  -wall  this  night 

1  hope  you  mean  to  bide. 


Kind  nobles,  will  ye  but  alight, 

Tn  yonder  bower  to  ltay; 
Saft  eafe  fhall  teach  you  to  forget 

The  hardnefs  of  the  way. 
Forbear  entreaty,  gentle  dame, 

How  can  we  here   remain? 
Full  well  you  ken  your  hulband  dear 

Was  by  our  father  flain. 

The  thoughts  of  which  with  fell  reven^ 

Your  angry  bofom  (Well: 
Enraged  you've  fworn  that  blood  for  blc 

Should  this  black  paffion  quell. 
O  fear  not,  fear  not,  good  lord  John, 

That  I  will  you  betray, 
Or  fue  requittal  for  a  debt 

Which  nature  cannot  pay. 

,  Bear  witnefs,  a'  ye  powers  on  high, 
Ye  lights  that  gin  to  fhine, 
This  night  fhnll  prove  the  facred  cord 
That  knits  your  faith  and  mine. 
,  The  lady  flee  with  honeyed   words 
Entic'd  thir    youths  to  ftay: 
But  morning  fun  ncie  fhone  upon 
Lord  John  nor  Rothemay. 


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My  Jockey  toils  upon  the  plain 

Thro'  wind  and  v>ect,thro'  froft  and  fnaw'j 
And  o'er  the  lee   I   leuk  fu'  fain 

When  Jockey  8  owfen  hameward  ca\ 
An  ay  the   night  comes  round  again 

When  in  his  arms  -he  taks   me   a'; 
An  ay  he  vows  he'll  be   my  ain 

As  langB  he  has  a  breath  to  draw. 


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O  whare  live  ye,  my  bony  lafs, 
O  whare  live  ye.  my  hiney. 

By  yon  burn-fide,  gin  ye  maun  ken, 
~Tn  a  wee  houfe  wi'  my  mihnie. 

But  I  foor  up  the  glen  at  een, 

To  fee  my  bony  lafsie; 
And  lang  before  the  grey  morn  cam, 

She  was  na  hauf  fae  faucey. 

O  weary  fa'  the  waukrife  cock, 
And  the  foumart  lay  his  crawin! 


He  wauken'd  the  auld  wife  frae  her  flee| 
A  wee  blink  or  the  dawin. 

An  angry  wife  I  wat  fhe  raife, 
And  o'er  the  bed  fhe  brought  her; 

And  wi'  a  meikle  hazel  rung 

She  made  her  a  weel  pay'd  dochter. 

O  fare  thee  weel,  my  bony  lafs: 
O  fare  thee  weel,  my  hinn:e. 

Thou  art  a  gay  and  a  bony  lafs, 
But  thou  has  a  waukrife,  minnie. 


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Tullochgorum s  my  delight, 

It  gars  us  a'  in  ane  unite, 

And  ony  iumph  tliat  keeps  up  fpite, 

Jn  confcience  I  abhor  him . 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be'  a'. 
Blithe  and  merry,  blithe  and  merry, 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a* 

To  make  a  chearfu'  quorum. 
Blithe  and  merry,  we's  be  a', 
As  langs  we  ha'e  a  breath  to  draw, 
And  dance, 'till  we  be  like  to  fa\ 

The  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 

There  needs  na'  be  fo  great  a  phrafe 
Wi'  dringing  dull  Ttalian  lays, 
I  wadna  gi'e  our  ain  Strathfpeys 

For  half  a  hundred  fcore  o'em: 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  beft, 
Douff  and  dowie,  douff  and  dowie; 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  beft, 

Wi'  a'  their  variorum: 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  beft, 
Their  Allegros,  and  a'  the  reft, 
They  cannot  pleafe  a  Scotifh  -  tafte, 

Compar 'd  wi'  Tullochgorum. 

let  warldly  minds  themfelves  opprefs 
Wi'fear  of  want,  and  double  cefs; 
Ar.d  filly  fauls  themftlves  diftrefs 

Wi'  keeping  *jp  decorum: 
£hali  we  fae  four  and  fulky  fit, 
Scur  &7,d  fulky,  four  and  fulky; 


Shall  we  fae  four  and  fulky  fit, 

Like  auld  Philofophorum  ? 
Shall  we  fae  four  and  fulky  fit, 
Wi'neither  fenfe,  nor  mirth,  nor  wit, 
And  canna  rife  to  fhake  a  fit, 
At  the  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 

May  choiceft  blefsings  ftill  attend 
Each  honeft- hearted  open  friend, 
And  calm  and  quiet  be  his  end, 

Be  a'. that's  good  before  him! 
May  peace  and  plenty  be  hi*  lot, 
Peace  and  plenty,  peace  and  plenty; 
May  peace  and  plenty  be  his  lot, 

And  dainties  a'  great  ftore  o  em! 
May  peace  and  plenty  be  his  lot, 
Unftain'd  by  any  vicious  blot; 
And  may  he  never  want  a  groat 

That's  fond  of  Tullochgorum . 

But  for  the  difcontented  fool, 
Who  wants  to  be  opprefsion's  tool, 
May  envy  gnaw  his  rotten  foul, 

And  blackeft  fiends  devore  himi 
May  dool  and  forrow  be  his  chance, 
Dool  and  forrow,  dool  and  forrow, 
May  dool  and  forrow  be  his  chance, 

And  honeft  fouls  abhor  him;  - 
May  dool  and  forrow  be  his  chance, 
And  a'  the  ills  that  come  frae  France, 
Whoe'er  he  be  that  winna  dance 

The  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 


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Their  humble  flave  an  a'  that; 

But  lordly,  Will,  I  hold  it  ftill, 
A  mortal  fin  to  thraw  that. 
For  a'  that   fee. 


Their  tricks  and  craft  hae  put  me  daft, 
They've  tacn  me  in  an  a'  that, 

But  clear  your  do  ks  and  here's.  The  lexl 
[  like  the  jads  for  a'  that. 


In  rapture  fweet  this  hour  we  meet,  For  a'  that  art  a  that, 

Wi' mutual  love   an  a' that;  And  tvxice  as  meikle's  a   that; 

But  for,  how  lang  the  flie  may  ftang.  The  bony  lafs  that  I  lo'e  b*ft, 

Let  inclination  law  that.     -  She'll  be  my  ain  for  a  that. 
For  a'  that  fe'e. 


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Here  are   we   met,  three  merry  boys,  It  is   the   moon,  I  ken  her  horn, 

Three  merry  boys  I  trow  are  we;  That's  blinkin  in  the  lift  fae  hie; 

And  mony  a  night   we've  merry  been,  She  fhines  fae  bright  to  wyle  us  hame, 

And  mony  mae  we  hope  to  bei  But  by  my  footh  (he'll  wait  a  weei . 

Cho?  We  are  na  fou,&c.  Cho?  We  are  na  fo«,fcc 

Wha  firft  fhall  rife  to  gang  awa, 

A  cuckold,  coward  loun  is  he! 
Wha  firft  befide  his  chair  fhall  fa' 

He  is  the  king  amang  us  three! 
Chos  We  are  na  fou,&c. 


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T  faught  at  land,  I  faught  at  fea, 
At  hame  I  faught  ray  Auntie,  0; 

But  I  met  the  Devil  and  Dundee 
On  th'  Braes  o   Killicrankie,  O. 
An  ye  had  been  &c . 


The  bauld  Pitcur  fell  in  a  furr, 
An' Clavers  gat  a  clankic,  O; 

Or  1  had  fed  an   A  thole  Gled 
On  th' braes  o    Killiecrankie,  O. 
An  ye  had  been  &c.  y 


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The  Ewie    wi'  the   Crooked  Horn . 


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To  mark  her  upo'  hip  Or  heel, 
Her  crooked  horn  it  did  as  well, 
.    To  ken  her  by  ano*  them  a' 

The  ewie  Sic . 
She  never  threaten'd  fcab  nor  rot, 
But  keeped  ay  her  ain  jog  trot, 
Baith  to  the  fauld  and  to  the  cot, 
Was  never  fvveer  to  lead  nor  ca'. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
Cauld  or  hunger  never  da  rig  her, 
Wind  or  rain  could  never  wrang  her, 
Ance  £he  lay  "a,"wook  an'  langer 
Out  aneath  a  wreath  o'  fnaw. 
The  ewie  Sic  _ 

When  other  ewies  lap  the  dyke, 
And  ate  the  kail  for  a'  the  tyke, 
My  ewie  never  play 'd  the  like 

But  tees'd  about  the  barn  yard  wa'. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
A  better  nor  a  thriftier  bcaft, 
Nae  honeft  man  cou'd  weel  ha'  wifr, 
For   filly    thing  fhe  never  mift, 
To  hae  ilk  year  a  lamb  or  twa . 

The  ewie  Sic . 
The  firft  fhe  had   I  gae  to  Jock, 
To  be  to  him  a  kind  of  ftock. 
And  now  the  laddie  has  a  flock, 
Of  mair  nor  thirty  head  te  ca . 

The  ewie  Sic. 
The  neeft  I  gae  to  Jean;  and  now, 
The  bairn's  fae  bra',  has  fauld  fae  fu', 
That  lads  fae  thick  come  her  to  woo, 
They  re  fain  to  fleep  on  hay  or  ftraw. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
I  looked  ay  at  even  for  her, 
For  fear  the  fumart  mi^ht  devour  her, 
Or  fbme  mefhanter  had  come  o'er  her, 
If  the  beaftie  bade  awa'. 

The  ewie  Sic . 


Yet  monday  laft  for  a  my  keeping, 
I  canna  fpeak  it  without  greeting. 
A  villain  came  when  I  was  fleeping. 
And  ftaw  my  ewie,  horn  and  a. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
I  fought  her  fair  upo'  the  morn 
And  down  beneath  a  bufs  of  thorn 
I  got  my  ewie's  crooked  horn, 
But  ah.  my  ewie  was  awa. 

The  ewie  &c- 
But  an  1  had  the  lown  that  did  it, 
I've  fworn  and  ban'd  as  well  as  faid  it 
Tho'  a'  the  war  Id  fhoud  forbid  it, 
1  £houd  gie  his  neck  a  thraw. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
I  never  met  wi'  fick  a  turn 
As  this,  fince  ever  I  was  born, 
My  ewie  wi'  the  crooked  horn, 
Peur  filly  ewie  ftown  awa'. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
O  had  fhe  died  of  crook  or  cauld, 
As  ewies  die  when  they  are  auld, 
It  wad>  na  been  by  mony  fauld, 
Sae  fair  a  heart  to  hane  o's  a'. 

The  ewie  &c. 
For  a  the  claith  that  we  hae  worn, 
Frae  her  and  hers  fae  aften  fhorn, 
The  lofs  of  her  we  cou'd  ha'e  born, 
Had  fair  ftrae  death  tane  her  awa'. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
But  filly  thing  to  lofe  her  life, 
Aneath  a  greedy  villains  knife, 
I'm.  really  fearb  that  our  good  wife 
Sail  never  win  aboon't  ava. 

The  ewie  Sic. 
O  all  ye  bards  beneath  Kinghorn, 
Call  up  your  mufes  let  them  mourn, 
Our  ewie  wi' the  crooked  horn, 
Is  ftown  frae' us  and  fell'd  and  a'. 

The  ewie  Sic. 


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She  charm  d  my  foul  I  wift  na  how; 
And  ay  the  ftound,  the  deadly  wound, 

Cam  frae  her  een   fae  bonie  blue. 
But  (pare  to  fpeak,  and  fpare  to  fpeed; 

She'll aiblins  liften  to  my  vow: 
Should  £he  refufe,  I'll   lay  my  dead 

To  her  twa  een  fae  bonie  blue. 


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How  lovely,  Nith,  thy  fruitful  vales, 

Where  bounding  hawthorns  gayly  bloom; 
And  fweetly  fpread   thy  Hoping  dales 

Where  lambkins  wanton  through  the  broom: 
Tho  wgndering,  now,  muft  be  my  doom, 

Far  from  thy  bonie  banks  and  braes, 
May  there  my  lateft  hours  con  fume, 

Amang  the  friends  of  early  days! 


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I'm  thinking,  wi  lie  a  braw  fellow, 
In  poortith  I  might  mak  a  fen: 

What  care  I  in  riches  to  wallow, 
If  I  mauna  marry  Tam  Glen. 

There's  Lowrie  the  laird  o'  Dumeller, 
'Gude.day  to  you  brute  he  comes  b«.n 

He  brags  and  he  blaw's.o'  his  filler, 
But  when  will  he  dance  JikeTam  Glen 

My  Minnie  does  conftantly  deave  me. 

And  bids  me  beware  o' young  men; 
They  flatter,  fhe  .fays,  to  deceive  me, 

But  wha  can  thinkfae  o' Tam  Glen. 

My  Daddie  fays, gin  I'll  forfake  him. 
He'll  gie  me  gude  hunder  marks  ten 


But,  if  its  ordain'd  I  maun  take  him, 
O  wha  will  I  get  but  Tam  Glen . 

Yeftreen  at  the  Valentines' dealing, 
My  heart  to  my  mou  gied  a  ften; 

For  thrice  I  drew  ane  without  failing, 
And  thrice  it  was  written, Tam  Glen. 

.The  laft  Halloween  I  was  waukin 
My  droukit  fa*k-fleeve,  as  ye  ken; 

His  likenefs  cam  up  tfte  houfe  ftaukin,    - 
And  the  very  grey  b'reeks  o  Tam  Glen. 

Come  counfel,dear  Tittie,  don't  tarry; 

I'll  gie  you  my  bonie  black  hen, 
Gif  ye  will  advife  me  to  Marry 

The  lad  I  lo'e  dearly,  Tam  Glen. 


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_  on  a  frofty  winters  night,  The   wife  had  got   a     drapie   O,     And 


But  (he's  awa'  to  her  goodman, 

They  cad  him  Tamie  Lamie-O, 
Gae  ben  and  fetch  to  me  the  can, . 

That  I  may  get  a  dramie-O. 
Tamie  was  an  honeft  man, 

Himftlf  he  took  a  drapie-O, 
ft  was  nae   weil  out  o'er  his  craig, 

Till  fhe   was  on  his  tapie-O. 

Quoth  £he,the  deil  flee  o'er  your  crai^, 

Ye  greedy  druken  coofie  Ol 
My  wee  drap  drink,  I  had  nae  mair, 

And   I   maun  die  o'  drouthie  O, 
She  paid  him  weil,  baith  back  and  fid' , 

And  Cur  fhe  creifh'd  his  backit-0 
And  made  his  fkir.  baith  blue  and  black, 

And  gar'd  his  fhouldcis  crackie-O. 

Then  he's  awa'  to  the  malt  barn, 

And  he  has  ta'en  a  pockie-O, 
He  put  her  in,  baith  head  and  tail, 

And  caft  her  o'er  his  backie-O. 
The  carlii.g  fpurr'd  wi' head  and  feet, 

The  carle  he   v\as  fae  ackie-O, 
To  itka  wa'    that  he  came  by, 

He  gard  her  head  play  knackie-O. 

Goodman,  I  think  you'll  murder  me, 

My  brains  you  out  will  knockie-O, 
He  gi'd  her  ay  the  other  hitch, 

Lie  ftill,  you  devil's  buckie-O. 
Goodman,  I'm  like  to  make  my  burn, 

O  let  me  out,  dear   Tamie- O; 
He  fet  her1  down  upon  a  ftane, 

And  bade  her  pie    a  damie-O. 


Then  Tamie  took  her  aff  the  ftane, 

And  put  her  in  the  pockie-O, 
And  when  fhe  did  begin  to  fpur, 

He  lent  her  ay  a  knockie-O. 
Away  he  went  to  the  mill-dam, 

And  there  ga'e  her  a  duckie-O, 
And  ilka  chiel  that  had  a  ftick, 

Play 'd  thjjhp  upon  her  backie-O. 

And  when  he  took  her  hame  again, 

He  did  hing  up  the  pockie-O, 
Af  her  bed-fide,  as   I  hear  fay, 

Tpon  a  little  knagie_0. 
A  fid  ilka  day  that  fhe  up-rofe, 

fn  naithing  but  her  fmockie-O, 
Sue  loon  as  fhe  look'd  o'er  the  bed, 

She  might  behold  the  pockie-O. 

Now  all  ye  men,  baith  far  and  near, 

That  have  a  drunken  tutie-O, 
Duck  you  your  wives  in  time  of  year, 

And  I'll  lend  you  the  pockie-O, 
The  wife  did  live  for  nineteen  years, 

And  was  fu' frank  and  cuthie-O, 
And  ever  fince  fhe  got  the  duck, 

She  never  had  the  drouthie -O. 

At  laft  the  carling  chane'd  to  die, 

And  Tamie  did  her  bury-O, 
And  for  the  pub  lick  benefit, 

He  has  gar'd  print  the  curie _0. 
And  this  he  did  her  motto  make; 

Here  lies  an  honeft  luckie-O, 
Who  never  jEpft  the  drinking  trade, 

Until  flic  got  a  duckie_0. 


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On  the  reftoration  of  the  forfeited   Eftates  1  784. 

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No  more  the  trumpet  calls  to  arms, 

Awaking  battle's  fierce  alarms, 
But  every  heroe's  bofom  warms, 

With  fongs  of  exultation, 
While  brave  Lochiel  at  length  regains, 

Thro' toils  of  war  his  native  plains, 
And  won  by  glorious  wounds, attains, 

His  high  paternal  ftation. 

Let  now  the  voice  of  joy  prevail, 

And  echoe  wide  from  hill  to  vale; 
Ye  warlike  Clans  arife  and  hail, 

Your  laurelfd  Chiefs  returning. 
O'er  ev'ry  mountain  every  ifle, 

Let  peace  in  all  her  lufter  fmile, 
And  difcord  ne'er  her  day  defile. 

With  fullen  fhades  of  mourning. 


Whofe  generous  bounty  richly  pours, 
The  ftreams  of  plenty  round  your  Chore 

To  Scotia's  hills  their  pride  rc-ftores, 
Her  faded  honours  raifing. 

Let  all  the  joyous  banquet  fhare, 

Nor  e'er  let  Gothic  grandour  dare, 
With  fcowling  brow  to  overbear 

A  Vafsals  rights  invading 
Let  Freedoms  confcious  Sons  difdain 

To  croud  his  fawning  timed  train. 
Nor  even  own  his  haughty  reign 

Their  dignity-  degrading. 


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M?  Leod,  McDonald  join  the  ftrain, 

M?  Pherfon,  Frafer,  and  M?  Lean, 
Thro' all  your  bounds  let  gladnefa  reign, With  undivided  heart  and  hand 

Both  Prince  and  patriot  praifing,  For  freedom  King  and  Nation. 


Ye  northern  Chiefs,  whofe  rage  unbroke 
Has  ftill  repell'd  the  tyrants  fhock, 

Who  ne'er  have  bow'd  beneath  her  yoke 
With  fervile  bafe  proft ration, 

Let  each  now  train  his  trufty  band 
'Gainft  foreign  Foes  alone  to  ftand 


The  Campbells  are  comin. 


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Great  Argyle  he  goes  before,  The  Campbells  they  are  a'  in  arms    ' 

He  niaks  his  cannons  and  guns  to  roar,  Their  loyal  faith  and  truth  to  fhow, 

Wi' found  o' trumpet,  pipe  and  drum  Wi'  banners  rattling  in  the   vwnd, 

The  Campbells  are  comin  Oho,  Ohoi  The  Campbells  are  comin  Oho,  Oho. 
Cho*  The  Campbells  fcc.  Cho!  The  Campbells  fce. 


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The  wind  fee  cauld  blew  fouth  &  north,  And  firft  they  ate  the  white  puddings, 
And  blew  into  the  floor,  O.  And  then  they  ate  the  black  O. 

Quoth  our  goodman,to  our  goodwife,  Though  mur.kle  thought  the  goodwife  to 
"Gat  up    and  bar  the  doo*"0.  Yet  ne'er  a  word  (he  fpak-'OYhe-if  I, 

"My  hand  is  in   my  hus'  if.fkap,  Then  faid  the  one  unto  the  Othl  r, 

Goodman,  as  ye  may  fee  O,  '"Here,  man,  tak  \e  id>   knife  O 

And  itfhou'd  nae  be  barr'd  this  hundred  Do  }e  tak  aff  the  auld  man's  beard, 
Its  lio  be  barr'd  for  me  O'.'       (year,      And  I'll  kifs  the  goodwife.  O 

They  made  a  paction  'tween  them  twa,  "But  there's  nae  water  in  the  houfc, 
They  made  it  firm  and  fure;  O  '  And  what  fhall  we  do  than."0 

That  the  firft  who  fhould  fpeak  the  fcreroou'What  ails  ye  at  the  pudding  broo, 
Shou'd  rile  and  bar  the  door  0.(word,  That  boils  into  the  pan  O." 


Then  by  there  came  two  gentleman, 
At  twelve  o  clock  at'  night,  O 

And_they  could  tieither  fee  houfe  nor 
Nor  coal  nor  candle  light  O.    (hall, 


O  up  then  ftatted  our  good  man, 

An  angry  man  was  he,0 
"Will  ye  kifs  my  wife  before  my  een, 

And"  fcald  me  wi'  pudding  bree.'T) 


Now,  whether  is  this  a  rich  man's  houfe,  Then  up  and  ftarted  our  goodwife, 
Or  whether  is  it  a  poor.  O  Gied  three  fkips  on  the  floor,0 

But  never  a  word  wad  ane  o'  them  fpeak, "Goodman, you've  fpoken  the  foremoft 
For  barring  of  the  door,  O. Get  up  and  bar  the  door,  O!'  (word, 

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PRE  FACE. 


~TiTHE>J    the  Editor  Publifhed   the  third  Volume  of  this  work, 
he  had  reafon  to  conclude  that  one  volume  mora  would  finifh   the 

Publication Still  however,  he   has  a  considerable  number  of    Scots 

Airs   and  Songs  more  than  his  plan  allowed  him  to  include     in    this 

fourth  volume. Thefe,  though  in  all  probability  the\    will  not  amount 

to  what  he   has   hitherto  publifhed  as  one  volume,  he  fhall  yet  give  to 
the  world;    that    the   Scots  Mufical  Mufeum   may  be  a  Collection  of 

ever}-  Scots  Song  extant. To  thofe   who  object  that  his  Publication 

contains  pieces    of  inferior,  or   little  value,   the  Editor  anfvters,    by 

referring   to    his    plan All  oir  Songs  cannot   have  equal  merit.  

Befides,  as   the   world  have   not  yet   agreed  on  any  unerring  balance, 
any   undifputcd  ftandard,  in  matters   of  Tafte,  what  to  one  perfon 
yields  no  manner  of   pleafure,  may  to   arother  be  a  high  enjoyment. 

Edm'    Auguft   13.     1792. 


Entered  in  Stationers  Hall. 

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T-  IV 
Index  to  Atolume  Fourth. 

Note,  the  Soups  marked   B.  R.  X.  8Cc.    are   originals 
bv  different  hands,  but  all  of  them  Scots  gentlemen,  who 
have  favoured  the  Editor  and  the  Public      at  large   with 
their  compofitions:  thefe  marked    Z,  are  old  verfes,  with 
corrections  or  additions. 

Firft  line  of  each  Song.  Authors  Names  Page 

A 

A  Southland  Jenny  that  was  right  bonie    ________    318 

As  1  came  down  by  yon  caftle  wa'  _________       336 

All  hail  to  thee  thou  bawmy  bud_     __      _____      __  340 

Altho'  I  be  but  a  country  lafs     _      _      ______      _     356 

Ae  fond  kifs  and  then  we  fever  _    __      _      ..     ___      __  358 

As  I  was  a  wandering  ae  midfummer  e'enih  _____      _      359 

An  O  for  ane  and  twenty  Tami    _________     366 

As  I  was  a  walking  all  alone  _     _       _______     _382 

A  nobleman  liv'd  in  a  village  of  late_     _  _  384 

Ay  waking  oh  waking  ay  and  wearie._See  another  fet.Song  N?2131 

Vol:3?j"396 
As  Patie  cam  up  frae  the  glen  __      _       _     _      _      __      _      396 

As  I  went  out,  ae  may  morning  _________  340 

B 

By  yon  caftle  wa'  at  the  clofe  of  the  day  _______    326 

Bonie  wee  thing  canie  wee  thing   __       __       _       ___        351 

Coin  in  thro'  the  craiges  o'  Kyle  _     _    Mifs  Jean  Glover   _      _     _    _  338 
Come  here's  to  the  nymph  that  I  love   ___      _____  354 

F 

Frae  the  friends  and   land   I  love    ________       312 

Forbear  gentle  youth  to   purfue  me  in  vain   _      _      _      _       _       _  344 

Farewell  to  a'  our  Scottifh  Fame   _.__       _        ___       _39l 

Farewell  thou  fair  day  thou  green  earth  &  ye  fkies  _  Burns    _      -     399 
Flow  gentle  fv\eet  Afton  among  thy  green  braes  _      _  _  400 

Gone  is  the  day  and  m'rk  the  night  ________      323 

H 

He>    Donald  how  Donald   -     _     _      _      _     _      _       ____     344 

He)   how  my  Johnie  Lad    __________      368 

Harken  and    I  will  tell  vou   how  _________  38© 

I 
I've  been  courting  at  a  I.afs  __________      316 

I  fine  cf  a  Whittle   a  Whiffle  of  worth  _  Burns_(Tee  the  end  of^  _ 

8  the  Index  _.:J~    ~d24 

I  do  confefs  thou  art   fae  fair  __________     332 

I  hae  been  at  Crookicden    __       ________      342 

It  is  na  Jean  thy  bonie  face  _    _  Mufic  by  Ofwald   _     _      _      _  343 

I  hae   a  wife  o'  my  ain__      _      _      __      __      __      -      364 

In  fummer  when  the    hay  was  maun    _      _      _      _      -      _     _      _  376 

Jockey  fou  and  Jer.ny  fain   _________       _      395 

It  was   in  fweet  Senegal    _       ____-      —      ____  3y8 

I  love  my  jovial  Sailor  ___________     404 


I  s 


V 

D    E    X 


Keen  blaws  the  wind  o'er  Donochthead  _     _     _      _      _   _  Page  _    388 

L  - 

Late  in  an  evening  forth  I  went  _       ________     328 

My  Soger  Laddie  is  over  the  fea   ______       ___   334 

My  heroi  mv  hero   mv  beautious  my  brave    _       _      _      _      _       _      352 

.-NT 

Now  weftlin  winds  and    flaughterin  guns     _      _     _  Burns    _       _       363 

o 

Our  Lords  are  to  the  mountains  gane  _  ■     _      _._      _      _      _      _  312 

O  mighty  natures  handy  work    _      _   M?Learmont  at  Dalkieth   _     _  314 
O  John  come  kifs  me   now  now   _        _       __       _,       __       _      315 

O  Ladie   I  maun  lo'e  thee    _      _       _       _        ___       ___  320 

O  meikle  thinks   my  love  o   my  beauty      ______     322 

O  how  can  I  be  blythe  and  glad    _________    _  328 

O  as   I  was  kift  yeftreen  _  Compofed  on  an  amour  of  John  Duke) 

of  Argyle   _  J"330 
O  where  wad  bonie  Annie  ly   _      _      _       _        ______  335 

O  Galloway  Tam  cam    here  to  woo    _      _.       -       _      -       _      _      _    336 
O  where  hae  ye  been  Lord  Ronald  my  fon_      _       _      _      _      _    _  337 

O  faw  ye  my  dearie  my  Eppie  M?  Nab   __      -       _      _      ___    346 

O  how  fhall  I  unfkilfu  try  _      _      _      _      _       _____    360 

O  when  fhe  came  ben  fhe  bobbed       _        _______  364 

O  fare  ye  weel  my  auld  wife  __        ________     365 

O  Logie  o  Buchan  O  Logic  the  Laird    _       _       _       _      _     _     -        368 

O  Kenmures  on  and  awa    Willie    __       _       _       _        ____    370 

O  Lee/e  me  on  my  Spinning  Wheel  _  Burns  _The  Mufic  by  Ofwald  _   371 
O  Luve  will  venture   ___■__--____       _      386 

O  Lady  Mary  Ann  looks  o'er  the  caftle   wa  _    _     _     _      _      _      _  390 

O  can  ye  labor  lea  young  man  _     _  •   _       _      -       _      -_       -      407 
O  all  ye  luves  and  groves  lament-     ____       ____  408 

O  Love  thou  delights  in  mans  ruin  _  faid  to  be  a    Seceding  ^ 

Clergyman  at  Biggar_J"~    ~    ^13 
xv 
Roys   wife  of  Aldivalldch  _     _     _   J  Mf8  Grant-,  of  C++++n  _    _  352 

Sweet  clofes  the-  evening  on  Craigieburn  Wood   _____     311 

She  fat  down  below  a  thorn    _______       ___  331 

Senfibility  how  charming  _      Burns  _  the  Mufic  by  Mf-M.  S.      _     339 
Some  fpicks  of  Lords,  fome  fpicks  of  Lairds  __      _       _       __367 

Sleepy  body  drouly  body  __________      404 

She's  fair  and  faufe  that  caufe  my  fmart_  ■  _      _      _       _       _      _411 

T 

The  country  Swain  that  haunts  the  plain   _       ___       _      _      _  316 

Thou  art  gane  awa,  thou  art  gane  awa  ______       -  348 

The  tears   I  fhed  muft  ever  fall  _     _,    _    Mifs    C++++  +  n      _  350 

The  tither  morn  when    I  forlorn  ____       _____  355 

There  was   a  battle  in  the   north     _       _______  357 

The  weary  pund  the  weary  pund  _________  362 

The  Shepherds  wife  cries  o'er  the  knowe      _       _____  372 

There  came  a  Ghoft   to  Margarets  door  _       _      _  _       _  374 

The   noble   Maxwels  and  their  powers    -  The  Mufic   bv  Rob. Riddel  375 

EfqT  of  Glenriddel  _      _ 


J 


I 


VI 
N  'D   E   X 

,  -.  ■  Page 

There   livd   a  man  in  y  onder  glen  _  This  Song;  &  T_ne  feem   to ) 

-be the  original  of  Song  N?  300  in  Volume  3d  -  Tradition    [  _  376 
_   _  fay*  Johnie  Blunt  lived  fomewhere  in  Crawford  Muirs   _     k 
Turn  again  thou  fair   Eli/a    -_____„___    _378 

There  lived  a  Carl  in  Kelljburn    braes     _______    392 

The  fmiling  fpring  _omes   in  rejoicing  ______       _       401 

The  Ducks  dung  o'er   my  daddy  _________  409 

The  Deil  cam  fiddlen  thro' the  Town-      _  _        412 

u 

Up  wi    the  Carls  of  Dyfart    ____       _       ___  405 

w 

When  firft  my  brave  Johnie  Lad  _       __        _       _       _       _       _     319 

What  can  a  young  Lafsie  __        __        ____:        __  327 

When  1   was  a  young  lad   my  fortune    was   bad    _       _ """"  _      _     _  332 
Wha's  that  at  my  bower  door  ____       _         __         _        347 

Whare  live  ye  mv  bonie  lafs      ____        _        _         __     ^72 

Willie   Waftle  dwalt   on  Tweed       ____•_        _         _        389 

When  dear  Evanthe  we   were  young  _     _       •_        _        _         _        _    394 

Where  Cart   rins   rowin   to  the   fea      _  _         _.        _        403 

While  hopelefs  and   almoft  reduced  to  difpair  _M?  R.  Mundeli     _     406 

Y 

Yon  wild  mofsy  mountains  fae  lofty  and  wide  _  _  _  _  340 
Ye  Jacobits  by  name  give  an  ear  __  _._  _  _  __383 
Ye  Banks  and  braes   o'  bonie   Don_ Burns,  the  Mufic  by  MT) 

James  Millar  Writer  in  Edinr.  _  C  "    "  387 
Ye  watchfull  guardians  of  the   Fair  _  Ramfay    _        _        _  -*   _      302 


As  the  authentic  Profe  hiftory  of  the- Whiftle  is  curious,  we  (hall  here 
fubjoin  it.  _In  the  train  of  Anne,  Princefs  of  Denmark,  when  fhe  came  to  Scot- 
-land  with  her  hufband, Janes  the  Sixth,  there  came  over  alfo  a  Danifh gentle- 
-man  of  gigantic  Stature  and  great  prowefe,and  a  matchlefs  devotee  of  Bacchus. 

He  had  a  curious  ebony  Ca\  or  Whiftle,  which,  at  the  beginning  of    the 
orgies   he  laid  on  the  table,  and  whoever  was  laft  able  to  blow  the  Whiftle, 
■every  body  elfe  being  difabled  by  the  potency  of  the  bottle,  was  to  carry 

off  the  Whiftle  as  a  trophy  of  victory. The  Dane  produced  credentials  of 

his  victories,  without  a  fingle  defeat,  at  the  courts  of  Copenhagen,  Stock- 
-holm,  Mofcow,  Warfaw,and  feveral  of  the  petty  courts  of  Germany;  and 
challenged  the  Scotifh  Bacchanalians  to  the  alternative  of  trying  his  piowefs, 
Or  elfe  of  acknowledging  their  inferiority.  _ After  many  overthrows  on   the 
part  of  the  Scots  the  Dane  was  encountered  by  Sir  Robert  I.owrie  of  Max- 
-Wfclton,  anceftor  to  the  prefent  Sir  Robert,  who  after  three  days  £  nights 
Claret- fhed,  left  the  fcandmavian  dead-drunk,"And  blew  on  the  Whiftle 

his  requiem fhriir/ Sir  Walter  Lowrie,  fun  to  Sir  Robert  before  menti- 

-oned,  afterwards  loft  the  VVhtf'tle  to  Walter  Riddel  of  Glenriddel,  who 

had  married  the  fifttr  of  Sir  Walter.  -On  Friday,  the  Sixteenth    of 

October   1790,  the  Wr.jftle  was  once  more  contended  for,  as  related  in 
the  Ballad,  by  the  prefent  Sir   Hobert  Lowrieof  Maxwelron;  Rob!  Riddel 
EfqV  of  Glenriddel,  lineal  deicendant  and  representative  of  Walter  RiddVl 
who  won  the  Whiftle,  and  in   whofe  Family  it  had  continued;  and    Alex  .r 
Fergufon  EfqT  of  Craigdarroch,  likewife  defcended  of  the   great     Sir 
Robert,  which  laft  gentleman  carried  off  the  hard-won   honors  of  the 
Field .     __________________________ 


311 


Cringie -burn  Wood, 


L  J  ^B 


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3=F 


F=^ 


A 


g  C   pi  J'l^ 


301  is=E=i 


^.      Sweet  clofes  the  evening  on    Craigie_burn_wood,And  blytheljv 


& 


j  ?  [n„: 


Slow   with  much  exprefsion. 


C&ji^  h.'.J1f  f  fl  J>JJ    J  I 


^ 


g=E= 


<         awaukens  the  morrow;  But  tie  pride  of  the    fpring  in  the  Craigieburn- 


% 


wood,Ca";i  yield  me  nothing  but  forrow.      Beyond  thee  dear_  ie     be._ 


I  fee  the  fpreading  leaves  and  flowers, 
I  hear  the  wild  birds  finging; 

But  pleafure  they  hae  nane  for  me 
While  care  my  heart  is  wringing. 
Beyond  thee,  &c. 

I  can  na  tell,  I  maun    na  tell, 
I  dare  na  for  your  arger: 

But  fecret  love  willbteak  my  heart, 
If  I  conceal  it  langer. 
Beyond  thee,  &c. 

'  fee  thee  gracefu,  ftraight  and  taXlt 

f  fte  thee  ftveet  and  bori?, 
Bi>   Oh,  what   will    i  -rSS  be, 


If  thou  refufe  thy  Johniel 
Beyond  thte,  8tc. 

To  fee  thee  in  another  s  arms, 
In  love  to  lie  and  languifh, 

Twad  be  my  dead,  that  will  be  feen, 
My  heart  wad  bruft  wi' anguifh. 
Beeyond  thee,  fee. 

But  Jeanie«  fay  thou  wilt  be  mine, 
Say,  thou  loes  nane  before  me; 

Ar.d  a'  my  days  o   life  to  come 
I'll  gratefully  adore  thee. 
Bej  nvd  thee,  <tc. 

-      fc 


312 


Frae  the  friends   nnd   Land   I   love. 


Tune,  Carron  Side 


*^tj  n  j  jji^jjijiJgjjji 


(302~  "*(*V  Frae    the    friends  and    Land    I    love,Drivn  by  Fortunes 


■  •J        »         #     1  J      J-     '-'1  J      i 


Very  Slow  &  Plaintive. 


flEB,fi/iJ.n  j  jjj^^i 


**. P*» 


I 


VEgV 


■33 


tcl_ly  fpite,  Frae  my  beft  BeJov'd   I  rove  never  mair  to  tafte  delight 


m 


m 


JS=M 


XI 


3= 


t 


Brighteft  climes  fhall  mirk  appear, 

Defart  ilka  blooming  (ho re; 
Till  the  Fates,  nae   mair  fevere, 

Friendfhip,  Love  and  Peace  reftore. 
Till  Revenge,  wi    laurell'd  head 

Bring  our  Bamfhed  hame  again; 
And  ilk  loyal,  bonie  lad 

Crofs  the  feas  and  win  his  ain. 


Hnghie  Graham. 

fit  i_b>\  ^{  I  ft  \ 

303 


Slow 


313 


Continued 


m 


^ 


m 


o'       the     fal_low   deer,   And    they    hae    grip  _  et       Hugh 


f 


1 


1^ 


■=e 


Graham    For    ftealing       o'      the     Bifhops        mare. 


s& 


And  they  hae  tied  him  hand  and  foot, 
And  led  him  up  thro*  Stirling  town; 
The  lads  and  lafses   met   him  there, 
'Cried,  Hughie  Graham  thou  art  a  loun. 

O  lowfe  my  right  hand  free,  he  fays, 
And  put  my  braid  fword  in  the  fame; 
He's  no  in  Stirling  town  this  day, 
Daur  tell  the  tale  to  Hughie  Graham. 

Cp  then  befpake  the  brave  Whitefoord, 
As  he  fat  by  the  bifhop's  knee, 
Five  hundred  white  ftots  I'll  gie  you, 
Tf  ye'll  let  Hughie  Graham  gae  free. 

O  haud  your  tongue,  the  bifhop  fays, 
And  wi' your  pleading  let  me  be; 
For  tho'  ten  Grahams  were  in  his  coat, 
Hughie  Graham  this  day  fhail  die. 

CTp  then  btfpake  the  fair  Whitefoord, 
As  fhe  fat  by  the  bifhop's  knee; 
Five  hundred  white  pence  I'll  gee  youj 
If  ye'U  gie  Hughie  Graham  to  me. 

O  haud  your  tongue  now  lady  fair, 
And  wi' jour  pleading  It^it  be, 
NMtho'  ten  Grahams  were  in  his  coat, 
Its  for  my  honor  ho  maun  die. 

Theyve   t-i?n  him  to  the  gallows  fcnov>< 
He  Iopktd  *o  the  ga!!ov\s  +'ee, 


Yet  never  colourleft  his  cheek, 
Nor  ever  did  he  bhn'  his  e'e. 

At  length  he  looked  tound  about,--* 
To  fee  whatever  he  could  fp\ ; 
And  there  he  faw  his  auld  father, 
And  he  was  weeping  bitterly. 

0  haud  your  tongue,  my  father  dear, 
And  wi' your  weeping  let  it  be; 
Thy  weeping's  fairer  on  uy. heart, 
Than  a'  that   they  can  do  to  tr.e. 

And  ye  may  gie  my  brother-John, 
My  fword  that's  bent  in  the  middle  clear, 
And  let  him  come  at  twelve  o  clock," 
And  fee  me  pay  the  bifhops  mare.     .' 

And  ye  may  gie  jay  brother  James, 
My  fword  that's  bent  in  the  middle  brow- 
And  bid  him  come  at  four  o  clock, 
And  fee  his  brother  Hugh  cut  down. 

Remember  me  to  Maggy  my  wife, 
The  nieft  time  ye  gang  oer  the  moor; 
Tell  her,  fhe  ftaw  the  bifhops  mare, 
Tell  her,  fhe  was  the  bifhop's  whore. 

And  ye  may  tell  my  kith  and  kin, 

1  never  did  difgrace  their  blood; 
And  when  they  m^et  the  bifhop's  cio««k. 
To  mak  it  fhorti     c     the  hood. 


3H 


My  Goddefs   Woman. 


Tune,  The  Butcher  boy. 


^m 


R  ft  j  1  ii  i » 


m 


Merchants    cares,   Are    baith    to    pleafe    a    Woman. 


^n^ 


The  Sailor  fpreads  the  daring  fail,  A  Monarch  tea'es  his  golden  throne, 

Thro*  angry  feas  a  foaming;  Wi'  other  men  in  common, 

The  jewels,  gems  o*  foreign  fhores,  He  flings  afide  his  crown,  and  kneels 

He  gies  to  pleafe  a  Woman.  A  Subject  to  a  Woman. 

The  Sodger  fights  o'er  crimfon  fields,  Tho' I  had  a  e'er  man  pofsefsd, 

Tn  diftant  climates  roaming;  Barbarian,  Greek,  or-  Roman; 

Yet  lays,  wi*  pride,  his  laurels  down,  It   wad   nae  a'  be  worth  a  ftrae, 

Before  all—  conquering  Woman.  Without  my  goddefs,  Woman. 


31c5 


John  come    Kifs   me    now. 


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r    r   r 


ig 


^O^^wfc-  O      John,    come     kifs      me        now,       now,    now;     O 


BPSE 


Lively 


6^-fi-±-^ 


^-J ■ a  0      TA 


r  r  Lfjyi  j  ^  J  JJ|Ff 


i 


ohn,   my     luve,  come  kifs    me    now,  O     Johp,  come   kifs   me    by  & 


&r- 1      i  i  r  r  i 


s 


? 


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iifir  f.r'rg 


*,i  >  .,j 


4 


by,    For     weel  ye    ken   the    way    to     woo.       O     fome  will  court  and 


»  j  !  j  J  * 


Pi 


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32 


O  fome  will  court  and  compliment, 
And  ither  fome  will  prie  their  mou, 

And  fome   will  haufe  in  ithers  arms, 
And  that's  the  way  I  like  to  do . 
O    John  &c. 


16 


306 


I've  been  Courting  at  a   lafs 

^r w~- — w • K hi — m- — •  '  ■- 


W — m~' — *      m 
3  <*  ^        I'^e  been  courting  at    a  lafs,  Th(f<    twenty  days  K.  mair;  Her 


1 


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r    r  ■'. J    ^  ^ 


J  J   J.J    ^-^-J  I    J    j^f=iNtE 

* — j^r-# .    '      Jj *"^ *~ — V ™ 


f.ther  winna  gi'e     me     her,    She's    fick     a     gleib    o'    g»ar.         Rut 


P^P 


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£=£ 


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rts« 


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he    he_  thei 


gin    1     had    her    where    I    vsou'd    Amang,  the    he_ther    here,       Id 


1 


^^ 


For  (he's  a  bonny  fohfy  lafs,  For   when  fhe's  abfent  frae  my  fight. 

An  armfu'   1  fwear;  1  think  upon  her  ftill; 

I  wou'd  marry  her   without  a  coat,  And  when  1  fleep,  or  when  I  wake, 

Or  e'er  a  plack  o'  gear.  She  does  my  fenfes  fill. 

For,  truft  me,  when   I  faw  her  firft,  May  Heavens  guard  the  bonny  lals 

She  c;'»e  me  fick  a   wound.  That  fweetens  a'  my  lift; 

That  a'  the  doctors  i'  the  earth  And  fhame  fa'  me  gin  e'er   I  fcek 

Can  never  mak  me   found.  Anither  for  my  wife. 

Peas  Strae. 


31' 


Continued. 


views  the  laffie's  brow.    When  rooming  comes,  inftead   of  drums.  The 


r^t>  ' J     J  ^^ 


m 


v — ■  ■    V 
-<^  flails  flap  merrilie;  To  raife  the  maids  out  6  their  beds, To  fhake  the  peafe. 


I         I        1         I 


m 


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0 0  ■* 


_  ftrae.  When  morning  comes,  inftead  of  drums,  The  flails  flap  merrilie;    To 


i 


J     1  J  J        j  JlfcJ       J     J   fi 


m  r  r  r  r  r  f  fi  J  r>  r:  r^*^i 


J~   raife  the  maids  out  o'  their  beds  To   fhake     the    peafe_  ftrae 


Fair  Jenny  raife,  pat  on  her  claife, 

Syne  tuned  her  voice  to  fing; 
She  fang  fae  fweet,  wi'  notes  compleat, 

Gard  a'  the  echoes  ring; 
And  a'  the  males  lay  by  their  flails. 

And  dance  moft  merrily; 
And  blefs  the  hour  that  fhe  had  power 

To  fhake  thf  peafe_ ftrae. 

The  mufing  fwain  difturb'd  in  brain, 

Faft  to  her  arms  he  flew, 
And  ftrave  a  while,  then  wi*  a  fmiU, 

Sweet  Jenny  red  in  hue, 
She  faid  right  aft,  I  think  ye're  daft, 

That  tempts  a  laffie  fae; 
\e'll  do  me  wrang,  pray  let  me  gang. 

And  fhake  the  p&afe_ftrae . 

My  heart,  faid  he.  fair  wounded  be, 
For  thee,  my  Jenny  fair;     ' 

Without  a  jeft,  I  get  nae  reft. 
My  bed  it  proves  a  fnare. 


Thy  image  fine,  prefents  me  fv~nev 
And  takes  a*  reft  me  frae; 

And  while  I  dream,  in  your  efteem 
You  reckon  me  your  fae. 

Which  is  a  fign  ye  will  be  mine, 

Dear  Jenny  (ay  rae  na; 
But  foon  comply,  or  elfe  I  die, 

Sae  tell  me  but  a  flaw, 
If  you  can  love,  for  none  above 

Thee  1  can  fancy  fae, 
I  would  be  bleft  if  1  but  wift, 

That  you  would  fhake  my  ftrae. 

Then  Jenny  fmild,  faid,youre  beguil'd, 

T  canna  fancy  thee; 
My  minny,bauld,  fhe  would  me  fcauld, 

Sae  dinna  die  for  me. 
But  yet  I  own  I  am  near  grown, 

A  wrvman;  fince  its  fae, 
I'll  marry  thee,  fyr.e  Vou'll  get  me 

To,  fhake  your  peafe   ftnie. 


A  Southland   Jenny. 


318 


30&"V"*        ^       South-  land     Jenny    that    was    right    bo_nie,  She 


ag=^ 


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Slow 


_  or      a         Nor —  land     John  _   ie ,      But 


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*^         he      was       fick  a  en       a         ba£h full       woo.  _  er        That 


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he      could       fcarce  _  ly        fpeak     un  _  to      her 


^=m 


P 


But  blinks  o  her  beauty  and  hopes  o'  her  filler, 
Forced  him  at  latiAp  tell  his  mind  till  her: 
My  Dear,  quo  he,  we'll  nae  langer  tarry, 
Gin  ye  can  lo'e  me,  let's  o'er  the  moor  and  marry. 

Come  awa  then,  my  Norland  laddie, 
Tho'  we  gang  neat,  fome  are  mair  gaudy; 
Albiet  I  hae  neither  land  nor  money, 
Come,  and  I'll  ware  my  beauty  on  thee. 

Ye  lafses   o'  the  South,  ye 're  a'  for  drefsin; 
Lafses  p'  the  North  mind  mil  kin  and  threfhin: 
My  minnie  wad  be  angry,  and  fae  wad  my  daddie, 
Should  I  marry-  ane  as  dink  as  a  lady. 

I   maun  hae  a  wife  that  will  rife  i'  the  mornin, 
Crudle  a'  the  milk,  and  keep  the  houfe  a  fcauldin, 
Tulzie  wi'  lier   neebors,  and  learn  at  my  minnie, 
A  Norland  Jockie  maun   hae  a  Norland  Jenny. 

My  father's  'only  dochter,  wi'  farms  and  filler  ready, 

Wad  be  ill  beftowed  upon  fie  a  clownifh  body; 

A'  that  I  faid    was  to  try  what  was   in  thee, 

Gae  hame.ye  Norland  Jockie,  and  court  your  Norland  Jenny! 


Cock  up  jour  Reaver. 


Mti 


309 -T     When  f" 


ft    mv    b.:t\'    Johnie   lad  came   to  this  town.  He 


(*'       had  a  blue  bonnet  that   wanted    the   crown.  But   now  he  bus  gotten  a 


^  J  ■  I  J 


^ 


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■    ,.  -pmn 


*"        h:tt    and    a  feather,  Hkv,    bra1 


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rave    John.ie    lad,  cock   up  your  "beaver.- 


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the        l)Or  _  rl'.r       and      Sfie       them      a      brufh;.  .  There  s 


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Hey,     brrive    John_it-     l.id,     coi  k     u\     vour   bi  i> 


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320 


O    Lncldie    I    m:mn    loV    tine. 


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Let  me   in  this   ae  night. 


Chorus 


U=fc 


f  n  S  J'lr   i   J'irr".!  J    J 


«— # 


PP 


311       "S*^      ^    'et  nie  *n  ^"s    ae  night,  this   ae,  ae,       ae     night;    O 

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1  B.  )  £ 


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luove     has   bound    me  hand    and    fitt.  And  I  wad   fain   be    in  jo. 


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O     Let    me  in   this     ae     night,   this     ae,  ae,       ae   night,  O     let    me 


r    r  'r    r   'r  i  '■  cj  ■  i 


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£ 


ilg 


s^ee 


Pf 


in  this    ae   night,  and    I'll    no   come   back   a  _  gain   jo. 


^ 


^ 


The  morn  it  is  the  term_day, 
I  maun  aw  a,  I  canna  ftay, 
O  pity  ?ne  before   I  gae, 

And  rife  and  let  me  in,  jo. 
Cho.   O  let  me  in  &:c. 

The  night  it  is  baith  cauld  and  weet, 
The  morn  it  will  be  fnaw  and  fleet, 
My  fhoon  are  frozen  to  my  feet 
Tn  ftanding  here  my  lane,  jo. 
Cho.  O  let  me  in  tic. 


I  daur  na  let  _\ou  in,  jo. 
Cho.  "O  gae  your  ways  this  ae  ni^ht. 

This  ae,  ae,  ae   night; 
O  gae  your  ways  this  ae  night, 
*  For  I  daur  na  let  you  in,  jo!' 

But  I'll  come  dealing  faftly  in. 
And  cannily  mak  little  din; 
My  fittftep -tread  there's  nonr  ran  ken 
For  the  fughin  wind  and  rain,  jo. 
Cho?0  let  me  in  fee 


I  am  t'\e  laird  o'  Windy- wa's, 
I   cam  na  here   without  a  caufe, 
-..a   I  hae  gotten  mony  fa's 
In  comin  thro  the  plain,  jo. 
Cho?  O  Irt  me  in  &c. 

My  father's  walking  in  the  ftreet. 

My  mither  the  chamber  keys  does  keep. 

My  chambrr_door  does  chirp  and  cheep 


"Caft  up  the  door  unto  the  weet, 
"Caft  affyour  fhoon  fr3e  aff your  ft-et, 
Syne  to  my  chamber  ye  may  creep, 

"But  ye  maunna  do't  again,  jo. 
Chos  O  Leeze  me  on  this  ae  tiitfht, 

This    ae,  ae,  ae   nii,'h*. 
The  joys  we've  had  tl  night, 

Your  chamber   ^   •       ""hin, 


532 


\lv  Tochers  the  Jewt-i 


Your  proffer  o'  luvee   an  airle_penny, 

Mv  tocher's  the  bargain  ye  wad  buy; 
But  an  y%  be  crafty,  I  am  cunnin, 

Sue  ye  wi'  anither  -your  fortune  maun  try. 
Ye're  like  to   the  timmer  o'  yon  rotten  wood, 

Ye're   like  to  the  bark.o'  )  on  rotten  tree, 
Ye' 11  flip  frae  me    like  a   knotlefs  thread, 

And  \e'll    crack   \  our   credit  wi*  mae  nor  me. 


Then  Guidwjfe  count   the  Inwin, 


3*3 


m* 


SEE 


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And  femple.folk   maun  fecht  and  fen; 
But  here  we're  a  in  ae  accord. 
For  ilka  man   that's  drunk's  a  lord. 
Cho.   Then  goodwife   count  fee. 

My  coggie  is   a  tialy  pool, 

That  heals  the  wounds'  o'  care  uhd  Jool 
And  pica fu re  is  a   wanton  trout. 
An' ye   drink   it    a*,  jVl!   find    hi",    "ut. 
Cho.    Then  goodwife  court  *^t  . 


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•y-  Old  Loda  ftill  rueing  the  arm  of  Fingal, 

The  god  of  the  bottle  fends  down  from  his  hall  _ 
"This  Whiftle  8  your  challenge,  to  Scotland  get  o'er, 
"And  drink  them  to  hell,  Sir,  or  ne'er  fee  me  more,  Fal  de  dal-&c. 

Old  Poets  have  lung,  and  old  Chronicles  tell, 

What  champions  ventur'd,  what  champions  fell: 

The  fon  of  great  Loda  was  conqueror  ftill, 

And  blew  on  the  whiftle  their  requiem  fhrill,  Fal  de  dal  fee. 

Till  Robert,  the   lord  of  the  Cairn  and  the  Scaur, 

Unmatch'd  at  the  bottle,  unconquer'd  m  war, 

He  drank  his  poor  godfhip  as  deep  as  the  fea, 

No  tide  of  the  Baltic  e'er  drunker  than  he,      Fal  de  dal  &c. 

Thus  Robert,  victorious,  the  trophy  has  gain'd, 

Wkich  now  in  his  houfe  has  for  ages  remain  d, 

T^ill  three  noble  Chief  tans,  and  all  of  his  blood, 

The  jovial  conteft  again  have  renewd,  Fal  de  dal  &c. 

Three  jovous  good  fellows  with  hearts  clear  of  flaw, 

Craigdarroch,  fo  famous  for  wit,  worth  and   law; 

And  trufty  Glenriddel,  fo  vers'd  in  old   coins; 

And   gallant   Sir  Robert,  deep  read  in  old   wines.  Fal  dc  dal  fee. 

Craigdarroch  began  with  a  tongue  fmooth  48   oil, 
JDefirin.^  Glenriddel  to  yield  up  the  fpoil, 
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Continued. 

Or  elfe  he  would  mufftr,  the  heads  of  the  clan, 

And  once  more  in  claret  try  which  wa»  the  man.  Fal  de  da!  fee. 

By  the  gods  of  the  Ancient*.  Glenriddel  replies, 

Before  I  furrender  fo  glorious  a  pri/e, 

I'll  conjure  the  ghoA  of  the  great  Rorie  More,  ojt- 

And  bumper  his  horn  with  him  twenty  times  o'er]  Falde  dal  fee. 

Sir  Robert,  a  Soldier,  no  fpeech  would  pretend, 

But  he   ne'er  turn'd  his  back  on  his  foe  _or  his  friend, 

Said,  tofs  down  the  Whiftle  pri/e  of  the  field, 

And  knee-deep  in  claret  he'd  die  or  he'd  yield.  Falde  dal  fee. 
r  ,  •  * 

To  the  board  of  Glenriddel  our  heroes  repair, 

So  noted  for  drowning  of  forrow  and  care; 

But  for   wine  and  for  welcome   not  more  known  to  fame. 

Than  the  fen fe,  wit  and  tafte  of  a    fweet  lovejy  Dame.  Fa!  de  dal  fee. 

A  Bard  was  felected  to  witnefs  the  fray, 

And  tell  future  ages  the  feats  of  the  day: 

A  Bard  who  deteited  all  fadnefs  and  fpleen, 

And  wifh'd  that  Parnafsus  a  vineyard  had  been.  Falde  dal  fee. 

The  dinner  being  over,  the  claret  they  ply, 

And  every  new  cork  is  a  new  fprirg  of  joy,    * 

In  the  bands  of  old  friendfhip  and  kindred  fo  Petj 

And  the  bands  grew  the  tighter  the   more  theywe  e  wet.  Falde  dal  fe 

Gay  Pleafure  ran  riot  as  bumpers  ran  o  er, 

Bright  Phebus  neer  witnefs  d  fo  joyous  a  corps, 

And  vowd  that  to  leave  them  he  was  quite  forlorn, 

Till  Cynthia  hinted  he'd  find  them  next  morn.  Fal  de  dal  fee. 

Six  bottles  a  piece  had  well  wore  out  the   night. 

When  gallant  Sir  Robert,  to  finifh  the  fight, 

Turn'd  o'er  in  one  bumper  a  bottle  of  red, 

And  fwore  'twas  the  way  that  their  Anceftor  did.  Fal  de  dal  fee. 

Ihtn  worthy  Glenriddel  fo  cautious  and  fage 
No  longer  the  warfare  ungodly  would  wage; 
A  high  Ruling  Elder  to  fallow  in  wine; 
He  'eft  the  foul  bufinefs  to  folks  lefs  divine.  Fal  de  dal  fee. 

The  gallant  Sir  Robert  fought  hard  to  the  end,' 

But  who  can  with  Fate  and  quart-bumpers  contend; 

Tho'  Fate  faid,  a  hero  fhould  penfh  in  light. 

So  uprofe  bright  Phsbus  ..and  down  fell  the  Knight.  Fal  de  dal  fe 

Next  uprofe  our  Bard,  like  a  prophet  in  drink, 
"JCraigdarrcich,  thouH  foar  when  Creation  (hall  fink! 
But  if  thou   wouldft  floufifh  immortal  in  rhyme, 
Come,  one  bottle  more,  and  have  at  the  fublimeili  Fal  de  dal  fee. 

Thy  Line  that  have  ftruggled  for  freedom  with  Bruce, 
"Shall  Heroes  and  Patriots  ever  produce: 
''So'thine  be  the  laurel,  and  mine  bt   ti.<    bay,  tt 

'The  field  thou  haft  won,  by  yon  bright  trod  "*f  day!  F»l  de  d  I  * 
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And  now  I  greet  round  their  green  beds  in  the  yerd; 

It  brak  the  fweet  heart  of  my  faithfu'auld  Dame, 

There'll  never  be  peace  till  Jamie  comes  hame. 

Now  life  is  a  burden  that  bows  me  down. 

Sin  I  tint  my  bairns,  and   he   tint  his  crown; 

But  till  my  laft  moments   my   words   are  the  fame, 

There'll  never  be  peace  till    Jamie  comes  hame. 


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He  hofts   and  he  hirpls  the   weary  day  lang: 

He's  do}  Tt  and   he's  do/in,  his-  blude  it  is  frozen, 
O,  dreary 8  the  night   wi'  a  crazy  auld   man! 

He  hums  and  he   hankers,  he  frets  and  he  Cankers, 

I  never  can  pleafe  him,  do  a'  that  1  can; 
He  s  peevifh,  and  jealous  of  a'  the  young  fellows, 

O.  dool  on  the  dry  1   met   wi*  an  auld   man! 

My  auld  auntie  Katie   upon  me  t-»ks  pin-, 

I'll  do  ny  ehdesvour  to  follow  her  plan; 
I'll  crofe  Unr*.     n  J    wrack  him  untill   I  heart  brtak   him, 

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My  father  pat  me  frae  his  door,  A  pair  o'  gloves  he  bought  to  me, 
Mv  friends  they  hae  difown'd  me  a;         And  filken  fnoods  he  gae  me  twa, 

But  there  is  ane  will  tak  my  part,  And  I  will  wear  them  for  his  fake, 
The  bonie  lad  that's  far  awa.  The  bonie  lad  that's  far  awa. 

But  there  &c.  And  t  will  &c. 

O   weary  winter  foon  will  pafs, 

And  fpring  will  deed  the  birken  fhaw; 

And  my  young  babie  will  be  born, 
And  he'll  be  hame  that's  far  awa. 

And  my  &c  * 

The  Anld  Goodman. 


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Thy  auld  goodman  that  thou  tells  of, 

The  country  kens  where  he  was  born, 
Was  but  a  filly  poor  vagabond, 

And  ilka  ane  leugh  him  to  fcorn; 
For  he  did  fpend  and  mak  an  end 

Of  gear  that  his  forefathers  wan, 
He  gart  the  poor  ftand  frae  the  door, 

Sae  tell  nae  mair  of  thy  auld  goodman. 

My  heart,  alake,  is  liken  to  break, 

When  I  think  on  my  win/bme  John, 
His  blinken  ee,  and  gait  fae  free, (drone 

Was  naething  like  thee,  thou  dozen  d- 
His  rofy  face,  and  flaxen  hair, 

And  a  fkin  as  white  as  ony  fwan, 
Was  large  and  tall,  and  comely  withal, 

And  thoult  never  be  like  my  auld  goodman 

Why  do  ft  thou  pleeri?  I  thee  maintain, 
For  meal  and  ma-*t  thou  difna  want; 

But  thy  wild  bees  I  canna  pieafe, 

Now  when  our  gear  gins  to  grew  fcant, 


Of  houfehold  ftuff  thou  haft  enough, 
Thou  wants  for  neither  pat  nor  pan; 

Of  ficklike  ware  he  left  thee  bare, 
Sae  tell  nae  mair  or thy  auld  goodman. 

Yes,  I  may  tell,  and  fret  my  fell,  ' 

To  think  on  thefe  blyth  days  I  had, 
When  he  and  I  together  lay, 

Tn  arms  into  a  weel  made  bed: 
But  now  I  figh  and  may  be  fad, 

Thy  courage  is  cauld.thy  colour  wan, 
Thou  falds  thy  feet,  and  fa's  afleep, 

And  thoult  ne'er  be  like  my  auld  good- 

/'-man. 
Then  coming  was  the  night  fae  dark, 

And  gane  was  a'  the  light  V  day; 
The  carl  was  feard  to  mils  his  mark , 

And  therefore  wad  nae  langer  ftay. 
Then  up  he  gat,  and  he  ran  his  way, 

I  trow  the  wife  the  day  fhe  wan. 
And  ay  the  o'erword  o'  the  fray 

Was  ever,  A  lake,  my  auld  goodman. 


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Lp  the  Gallowgate,  down   the  Green: 
I'll   never  forget  till  the  day  that  I  .die, 
Sae  monv  braw   kiffes  his  Grace  gae  me. 


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Smile  na  fae  fweet,  my  bonie  babe 

Fine  flowers  in  the  valley, 
And  ye  fuiile  fae  fweet,  ye'l|  fmile  me  dead, 

And  the  green  leaves  they  grow  rarely. 

She's  taen  out  her  little  penknife 

Fine  flowers  &c. 
And  twinn'd  the  fweet  babe  o'  its  life. 

And  the  green  &c. 

She  s  howket  a  grave  by  the  light  o'  the  moon, 

Fine  flowers  &c 
And  there  fhe's  buried  her  fweet  babe  in, 

And  the  green  Ale. 

As  fhe   was  going  to  the  church, 

Fine  flowers  &c. 
She  faw  a  fweet  babe  in  the  porch. 

And  the  green  Nc. 

0  fweet  babe  and  thou  were  mine. 
Fine  flowers  &c. 

1  wad  deed  thee  in  the   {'ilk  fo  fins. 

And  the  green  Kc. 

O  mother  dear,  when  T   w-as  thit.e, 

Fine  flowers  fee. 
You  did  na  prove  to  me  fae  kind. 

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Amang  its  native  briers  fae  coy, 
How  fune  it  tines  its  fcent  and  hue 

When  pu'd  and  worn  a  common  toy! 
Sic  fate  e'er  lang  fhall  thee  betide; 

Tho*  thou  may  gayly  bloom 'a  while, 
Yet  fune  thou  fhalt  be  thrown  afide, 

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The  hat  I  have  on, 

So  greafy  is  grown, 
Remarkable  'tis  for  its  fhining; 

>Tis  ftitch'd  all  about, 

Without  button  or  lopp, 
And  never  a  bit  of  a  lining. 

The  coat  I  have  on, 
So  thread -bare  is  grown, 
So  out  at  the  armpits  and  elbows, 
That  T  look  as  abfurd 
As  a  failor  on  board, 


My  blue  fuftian  breeches 

Is  wore  to  the  ftitches, 
My  legs  you  may  fee  whats  between  them; 

My  pockets  all  four, 

I'm  the  fon  of  a  whore, 
If  there's  ever  one  farthing  within  them. 

I  have  ftockings,  'tis  true, 
But  the  devil  a  fhoe, 
{  n,  oblig'd  to  wear  boots  in  all  weather, 
Ee  damn'd  the  boot   foal, 
(  urfe  on  the  fpur-roll. 


That  has  ly'n  fifteen  months  in  the  bilbocs-Confounded  be  the  upper-leather. 


My  fhirt  it  is  tore 

Both  behind  and  before.^ 
The  colour  is  much  like  a  cinder; 

Tis  fo  thin  and  fo  fine. 

That  it  is  my  defigh 
To  prefent  it  to  the  mufes  for  tinder. 


Had  ye  then  but  feen 

The  fad  pli^r'   '  v\-is  in, 
Ved  not  ft  en  fuch  a  po<J  amongft  twtnt\ ; 

I  have  nothing  thats  full, 

But  my  fhirt   aid  ny  ikull, 
For  my  pockets  and  belly  are  euipt^  . 


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Return  him  with  laurels  to  my  langing  arms. 

Syne  frae  all  my  care  ye'll  pleafantly  free  me, 

\    When  back  to  my  wifhes  my  foger  ye  gie  me. 

O  foon  may  his  honours  bloom  fair  on  his  brow, 
As  quickly  they  muft,  if  he  get  his  due: 

For  in  noble  actions  his  courage  is  ready, 
Which  makes  me  delight  in  my  foger-Iaddie. 


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brid  u  al_tye   Syne     down     with    a     good-  m?n       ly  I'i 


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flee'd      he'd       keep      we        wauk  _  ing. 


1^ 


Never  judge  until  ye  try, 
Mak  me  your  goodman,  I 
Shanna  hinder  you  to  ly, 
And  fleep  till  \e  be  weary. 


In  my  bofom  thou  (halt  ly, 
When  thou  wakrife  art,  or  dry, 
Healthy  cordial  ftanding  by, 
Shall  prefently  revive  thee. 


What  if  I  fhou'd  wauking;  ly, 
When  the  hoboys  are  gawn  by, 
Will  ye  tent  me  when  I  cry, 
My  dear;  I'm  faint  and  irv. 


To  your. will  I  then  comply, 
Join  us,  pricft.  and   let  me  try, 
How  I'll  tri*  a  goodman  ly, 
•  Wha  can  a  cordial  gi'e  me. 

V 


Galloway  Tarn, 


536 


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rather  wed  gin  him  the  gude  gray  mare,  He   kifst  the  gudewjfe  and 


■     t  d 


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ftrack  the  gudeman,  And   thats  the   tricks  o'    Galloway  Tarn 


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As   I  cam  down  by  yon  caftle  wa', 

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Very  Slow 


down   by     yon      caftle       wa\  And 


33? 


Continued 


lafs,     But    the    flower    borders     were     us      be_  tween 


A  bony  bony  lafsie  ftie  was,  Talk  not  fo  very  high    bony  lafs, 

As  ever   mine  eyeB  did  fee:  O  talk  not  fo  Aery,  very  high: 

O  five  hundred  pounds  would  I  give,       The  man  at  the  fair  that  wad  fell, 
For  to  have  fuch  a  pretty  bride  as  thee.    He  maun  learn  at  the  m  an  that  wad - 
„  .  f  buy. 


To  have  fuch  a  pretty  bride  as  me, 
Young  man  ye  are  fairly  miftaen; 

Tho'  ye  were  king  o'  fair  Scotland, 
I  wad  difdain  to  be  your  queen 


I  truft  to  climb  a  far  higher  *i€e-, 
And  herry  a  far  richer  neft: 

Tak  this  advice  o'  me  bony  lafs, 
Humility  wad  fet  thee  beft. 


Lord  Ronald  my   fon. 


'jjsi  j  Jfljjjfirrffljj? 


(327  "V'fc       O      where  hae ye    been  Lord  RonaId,my  fon?  O    where  hae  ye 


*&++-y    j^g 


Very  Slow 


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inutoi  gg  iMhH- 


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fEen,Lord  Ronald  my  fon?  I  hae  been  wi'  my  fweetheart, mother, make  my 


£ 


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What  got  ye  frae  your  fweetheart  Lord  Ronald,  my  fon. 
What  got  ye  frae  your  fweetheart  Lord  Ronald,  my  fon. 
I  hae  got  deadly  poifbn,  mother,  make  my  bed  foon; 
For  life  is  a  burden  that  foon  I'll  lav  down. 


338 


O'er  the  moor  amanp  the    heather. 


328    -\¥     COmin  Jthro' the   craigs    o'    Kyle,   A_  mang      the    bo_ny 


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bomie      lafsie     keeping     a'     her   yotves    the_gither 


HI 


Says  I  my  dear  whare  is  thy  hame, 
In  moor,  or  dale,  pray  tell  me  whether, 
She  fays,T  tent  thae  fleecy  flocks 
That  feed  'amang  the  blooming  heather. 
Cho?  O'er  the   moor  &c. 
O'er  the   moor  &c. 
She  fay»,I  tent  thae  fleecy  flocks 
That  feed  amang  the  blooming  heather. 

We  laid  us  down  upon  a  bank, 
Sae  warm  and  funny  was  the  weather, 
She  left  her  flocks  at  large  to  rove, 
Amang  the  bonie  blooming  heather. 
Cho?  Oer  the  moor  &c. 
O'er  the   moor.&c. 
She  left  her  flocks  at  large  to  rove, 
Amang  the  bonie  blooming  heather. 


While  thus  we  lay  fhe  fang  a  fang, 
Till  echo  rang  a  mile  and  farther, 
And  ay  the  burden  o'  the  fang 
Was,  o'er  the  moor  amang  the  heather. 
Cho?  O'er  the   moor  &c. 
O'er  the   moor  &c. 
And  ay  the  burden  o'  the  fang 
Was,  o'er  the  moor  amang  the  heather. 

She  chann'd  my  heart,  and  ay  finfyne 
I  could  na  think  on  ony  ither: 
By  fea  and  fkyi  fhe  fhail  be  mine! 
The  bonie  lafs  amang  the  heather. 
Cho?  O'er  the   moor  &c. 
O'er  the   moor  &c. 
By  fea  and.lky!  fhe'fhall  be  mine! 
The  bonie  lafs  amang  the  heather.    , 


-' '  .  ^  SenlibilitT   how  charming 


339 


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329  it  Sen_fi_bi_li-ty   how  charming,  Deareft  Nancy,  thou  canft  ' 


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mm 


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,  But  diftrefs  with  horrors    arming,  Thou   haft  alfo  known  tc 


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n  "  'r  r   a  ^m 


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Hear  the  wood  lark  charm  the  foreft, 

Telling  o'er  his   little  joys: 
Haplefs  bird!  a  prey  the  fureft 

To  each  pirate  of  the  fkies. 
'.Si  Dearly  bought  the  hidden   trcaf ire, 

Finer  Feelinzs  can  beftow: 
Chords  that   vibrate  fweeteft  bkafirre, 

Thrill  the-  decpeft  notes  of  umt.  .&; 


340 


330 


To  the   Rofe   bad. 


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All    Hail    to    tliee  thou    baw_my    bud,  Thou  charming 


PPPP 

Thou  charminj 


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'I      r   |q     J   IJ 


■^         child  O    funnier     Hail;       Ilk    fra_grant     Thorn   and       lof  _  ty 


(3^-     Hfrl'l    IM    <J-_N 


-^  wood    Does     nod     thy      wel  _  come      to      the      Vale . 

f'.'VT     J      r   I      J    •        I       rJ   ■         I     V       Ifllli 


J-    IV  Til' 


See  on  thy  lovely  faulded  form 
Glad  Fha&bus  finiles  wi'  cheiaring  eye, 
While  on  thy  head  the  dewy  morn 
Has  fhed  the  tears  o'  filent  joy. 

The  tuneful  tribes  frae  yonder  bower 
Wi'  fangs  of*  joy  thy  prefence  hail, 
Then  hafte  thou  bawmy  fragrant  flower 
,  And  gie  thy  bofbm  to  the  gale. 

And  ffee  the  fair  induftrious  Bee, 
With  airy  wheel  and  foothing  hum, 
Flies  ceafelefs  round  thy  parent  tree, 
While  gentle  breezes  trembling  come. 


If  ruthlefs  Li/a  pafs  this  way, 
She'll  pou  thee  frae  thy  thorny  ftem; 
A  while  thou'lt  grace  her  Virgin  breaft 
But  foon  thou'lt  fade  vny  bonny  gem. 

Ah  fhort,  too  fhort,  thy  rural  reign, 
And  yield  to  fate  alas  thou  muft. 
Bright  emblem  of  the  Virgin  train, 
Thou  blooms  alas,  to  mix  wi'  duft. 

Sae  bonny  Liza  hence  may  learn, 
Wi'  every  youthfu'  maiden  gay, 
That  Beauty  like  the  fimmers  rofe 
In  time  fhall  wither  and  decay. 


Yon   wild    mofsj  mountains. 


Continued. 


341 


fhepherd     tents  his   flock    as    he  pipes    on    his     reed:  Where   the 


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Not  Gowries  rich  valley,  nor  Forths  funny  fhores, 
To  me  hae  the  charms  o'  yon  wild,  mofsy  moors; 
For  there,  by  a  lanely,  fequeftred  ftream, 
Refides  a  fweet  Lafsie,  my  thought  and  my  dream. 

Amangthae  wild  mountains  fhaii  ftill  be  my  path, 
Ilk  ftream  foaming  down  its  ain  greeny  narrow  ftrath, 
For  there,  wi'  my  Lafsie,  the  day-  lang   T  rove, 
While  o'er  us  unheeded,  flie  the  fwift  hours  o   Love. 

She  is  not  the  faireft,  altho'  fhe  is  fair; 
O'  nice  education  but  fma'  ig  her  {hare; 
Her  parentage  humble  as  humble  can  be; 
But  I  loe  tie  dear  Lafsie  becaufe  fhe  loes  me. 

To  Beauty  what  man-  but  maun  yield  him  a  pri/e. 
In  her  armour  of  glances,  and  blufhes,  and  fighs; 
And   when  WTit  and  Refinement  hae  polifh'd  her  darts, 
They  dazzle  our  een,  as  they  flie  to  our  hearts. 

But  Kindnefs,  fweet  Kindnefs,  in  the  fond-fparkling  e'e, 
Has  luftre  outfhining  the   diamond  to  me; 
And  the  heart  beating  love  as   I'm  clafp'd  in  her  arms, 
O,  thefe  are   my  Lafsie's  all  -conquering  charms. 


MH 


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gat    there    due,    My      bonie    lad -die     Highland    laddie. 


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Satan  fits  in  his  black  neuk, 

My  bonie  laddie,  Highland  laddie, 

Breaking-  fticks  to  roaft  the  Duke, 

o 

My  bonie  laddie,  Highland  laddie, 
The  bloody  ironfter  gae   a  yell, 

My  bonie  laddie,  Highland  laddie, 
And  loud  the  laugh  gaed  round  a'  helll 

My  bonie  laddie,  Highland  laddie. 


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Nae   mair  ungen  rous    wifh   T  hae, 

Nor  ftronger  in    my  breaft. 
Than,  if  I  carina  male  thee    fae. 

At  leaft  to   fee   thee   bleft. 
Content   am    !,  if  Heaven  fhall  g^ 

But  happinefs  to   thee: 
And  as    wi    thee    Icl    wifh   to   live. 

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And  fhe's  come  hirplin  hame,  man; 
And  fhes  fa'n  o'er  the  buffet  ftool, 
'And  brak  her  rum  pie-bane,  man. 
Hey  Donald  &c. 

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He  faw  me  he  lovd  me,  his  pafsion  confefs'd, 
The  foft  declaration  /till  founds  in  my  ear; 
My  image,  he  laid,  on  his  foul   was  imprefs'd, 
And  faithful    his  flame,  as  his  heart  was  finctre. 
His  wifhes  tho'  fond,  I  as  fondly  repaid, 
For  ohi  a  warm  heart  it  is  eafy  to  gain, 
Which  kind  profefsions  already  perfuade, 
Our  pleafure     was  mutual  and  mutual  our  pain. 

Still  fortune  relentlefs  our  union  denied, 

In  queft  cf  more  treafure  to  India   he   went, 

But  there,  haplefs  youth,  to  my  forrovr  he  died, 

And   left  me  for  ever  his  fate  to  laua«nt. 

Gay  hopes  and  delightful  prefages  adieu, 

Adieu  ye  foft  *\hifpers  of  tender  defire; 

From  thee   my  dear  fWain  thefe  emotions  firft  grew, 

In  deep  difappointment    with  thee  they  eVpire, 


16 


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What  fays   fhe,  my  dearie,  my    Eppie  M?  Nab. 
What   fays  fhe,  my   dearie,  my    Eppie  M?  Nab. 
She   lets   fhee  to  wit,  that  fhe  has   thee  forgot, 
And   for  ever  difonns  thee,  her  ain  Jock  Rab. 
O  had    I   ne'er  fetn   thue,  my  Eppie   M?  Nab! 
O  had   I   ne'er  feen  th»,e,   my   Eppie   M?  Nabl 
As  light  as   the  air,  :<<d  faufe  as  thous  fair, 
Thoii^s  b.oktn  the   h^art  o'  thy  ain  Jock  H  b. 


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Let  me  in,  quo'  Findlay; 
Ye'll  keep  me  w-aukin  wi  your  din; 

Indeed  will   I,  quo   Findlay. 
In  my  bower  if  ye  fhould  ftay, 

Let  me  ftay,  quo'  Findlay; 
I  fear  ye'll  bide  till  break  o'  day; 

Indeed  will  I,  quo'  Findlay. 


Here  this  ni^ht  if  ye  remain, 
I'll  remain,  quo*  Findlay; 

I  dread  ye'll  learn  the~gate  atrain; 
Indeed  will  I,  quo'  Findlay. 

What  may  pafs  within  this  bower, 
Let  it  pafs,  quo'  Findlay; 

Ye  maun  conceal  till  jour  laft  hour! 

,  Indeed   will   1,  quo'  Findlay. 


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349 


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That  ftaw    that  heart  o    thine,  Mary; 
True  love  I'm  fure  was  ne'er  his  end, 
Or  nae  fie      love   as   mine,  Mary. 
I  fpake  fmcere  nor  flatter'd  much. 
Nae  fdfifh  thoughts  in  me,  Mary, 
Ambition,  wealth,  nor  nabthirig  fuch; 
No  I  lov'd  only  thee,  Mary-. 


Tho'  you've  been  falfe  yet  while  I  live, 
I'll  lo'e  nae  maid  but  thee,  Mary, 
Let-  friend s  forget,  as     I  forgive  ! 
Thy  -wrangs  to  them  and  me,  Mary. 
•So  then  farewceliof  this  be  fure, 
•Since  you  ve  been  falfe  to  me, Mary: 
For  a'  the  world  T'd  not  endure, 
Half  what  I  ve  done  for  thee, Mary. 


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If  certain  that  his  heart  is  near, 
A  confcious  tranfport  glads  each  fcene, 
Soft  is  the  figh,  and  fweet  the  tear. 
Even  when  by  Death's  cold  hand  remove! 
We  mourn  the  tenant  of  the  tomb; 
Ta  think  that  even  in  death  he  lov'd, 
Can  gild  the  horrors  of  the  gloom. 

But  bitter,  bitter  are  the  tears, 
Of  her  who  flighted  love  bewails; 
No  hope  her  dreary  profpect  chears, 
No  pleafing  melancholy  hails. 
Hers  are  the  pangs  of  woutided  pride, 
Of  blafted  hope,  of  wither'd  joy: 
The  prop  fhe  lean'd  on  piere'd  her  fide, 
The  flame  fhe  fed,  burns  to  deftroy. 


Even  confcious  virtue  cannot  cure 
The  pangs  to  every  feeling  due: 
Ungenerous  youthi  thy  boaft  how  poor, 
To  fteal  a  heart,  and  break  it  tool 
,Tn  vain  does  memory  renew, 
The  hours  once  tingd  in  tranfports  dye; 
The  fad  reverfe  foon  ftarts  to  view, 
And  turns  the  thought  to  agony. 

No  cold  approach,  no  alter d  mien, 
Juft  what  would  make  fiifpicion  ftart; 
No  paufe  the  dire  extremes  between, 
He  made  me  bleft  _  and  broke  my  heart. 
From  hope,  the  wretched s  anchor  torn, 
Neglected,  and  neglecting  all, 
Friendlefs,  forfaken,  and  forlorn, 
The  tears  I  fhed  muft  ever  fall. 


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Fn  ae  confteJlation  fhine; 
To  adore  theie   is  my  duty, 

Goddefs  o'  this   foul  o'  mine! 
Bonie  wee  Mc. 


352 


Hovs  Wife    of   Alldivaloch. 


She  vowd  fhe  (Wore  fhe  wad  be  mine  She  faid  that  fhe  loed  me  beft  of 


Da  Capo 


O  She  was  a  can  ty  quean,  Pier  hair  foe  fair,  her  e'en  fae  cleai 

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How  happy  I,  had  fhe  been  mine  To  me  fhe  ever  will  be  dear 

Or  I'd  been  Roy  of  Alldivaloch  Tho'fhe's  forever  left  her  Johnie 

Roys   wife  &c.  Roys   wife  &c. 

Lady  RandolpKs  Complaint. 

Tune,  Earl  Douglas's  Lament 


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When  keenly  indulging  the  pleafing  prefage, 

How  warm  with  maternal  affection,  it  glow'd, 

Midft  an  offspring  of  thine  whilft  I  hop'd  for  old  age! 

Whofe  prattle  endearing,  and  innocent  play 

To  me  might  the  lofs  of  thy  childhood    atone; 

Thofe  actions,  the  fame  of  your  houfe  might  difplay, 

Adornd  with  a  hu  (band's  dear  name, and  thy  own. 

Thy  gallant  deportment,  thy  exquifite  bloom, 
Which  mercilefs  foes  might,  with  rapture,  admire, 
With  them  my  dear  hopes  are  all  quench'd  in  the  tomb, 
With  thee  they  were  born, and  with  thee  they  expire. 
In  conjugal  union  how  Ihort   my  delight! 
In  a  mothers  high  rank  how  much  Qiorter  my  boaft! 
With  planets  malignant,  no  more  let  me  fight, 
No  longer  in  life*  cruel  tempeft  be  toft! 

Forgive,  gracious  powers,  in  compafsionmy  ftate, 
Whilft  by  forrow  compelld,  with  reluctance  I  fti/L 
The  only  fweet  moment  referved  me  by  fate, 
The  moment  which  renders  me  juft  what  I  pleafe. 
My  Douglas,  my  darling,  my  glory,  toy  pride! 
How  happy  was  I  but  to  name- thee  try  fonl 
For  thee   would  to  heaven  a  fond  mother  had  died, 
•Since  living  without  thee,  is    living  undone. 


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Come  here's  to  the  nymph  that   I  love. 

Tune,  Auld  Sir  Symon  the  King 
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Tis  done,  and  my  fa ncys  exulting, 

With  every  gay  blooming  defire, 
My  blOod  with  brifk  ardour  is  glowing, 

Soft  pleafures  my  bofom  infpire. 
My  foul  now  to  love  is  diffolving, 

Oh  fate!  had  I  here  my  fair  charmer, 
I'd  iJafp  her,_1'd  clafp  her  fo  eager, 

Of  all  her  difdain  I'd  difarm  her. 

But  hold,  what  has  love  to  do  here, 

With  his  troops  of  vain  cares  in  array. 
A  _vaunt,  idle  penfive  intruder,- 

He  triumphs,  he  will  not  away, 
I'll  drown  him,  come  give   me  a  bumper 

Young  Cupid,  here's  to  thy  confufion_ 
Now,  now  he's  departing,  he's  vanquifh'd, 

Adieu  to  his  anxious  delufion. 

Come  jolly  god  Bacchus,  heres  to" thee; 

Huzza,  bo\s,  hu//a  bo\s,  hu//a; 
Sing  I  o,  fing  f  o  to  Bacchus  — 

Hence  all  ye  dull  thinkers,  withdraw. 


Come,  what  fhould  we  do  but  be  jovial. 

Come  tune  up  our  voices  and  fing; 
What  foul  is  fo  dull  to  be  heavy, 

When  wine  fets  our  fancies  on  wing. 

Come,Pegalu8  lies  in  this  bottle, 

He'll  mount  us,  he'll  mount  us  on  high, 
Each  of  us  a  gallant  young  Perfeus, 

Sublime  we'll  afcend  to  the  fky. 
Come  mount  or  adiey  I  arife, 

In  feas  of  wide  aether  I'm  drown'd; 
The  clouds  far  beneath  me  are  failing, 

I  fee  the  fpheres  whirling  around. 

What  darknefs,  what  rattling  is  this. 

Thro'  Chaos'  dark  regions  I  m  hurlcl, 
And  now,_0  my  head  it  is  fcnockd 

Upon  fome  confounded  new  world. 
Now,  now  thefe  dark  fhades  are  retiring, 

See  yonder  bright  blazes  a  ftar; 
Where  am  l!  behold  the  Empyreuin, 

With  flaming  light  ftreaming from  far. 


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Cock'd  fprufh  when  firft  heclafp'd  me; 

And  I,  I  wat, 

Wi'  fainnefsgrat, 
While  in  his  grips  he  piefe'j  me 
.     De'il  tak  the  war! 

I  late  and  air 
Hae  wifhd  fince  Jock  departed 

But  now  as  glad 

I'm   wi'  my  lad, 
A3  fhortfyne  broken  hearted. 


Fu  aft  at  e'en 

Wi'  dancing  keen, 
When  a'  were  blyth  and  merry 

I  cardna  by, 

Sae  fad   was   I 
In  abfence  o'  my  deary 

But  praife  be  bleft, 

My  mind  8  at  reft, 
I  m  happy  wi'  my  Johnny, 

At  kirk  and  fair, 

I'fe  ay  be  there; 
And  be   as  canty's  ony. 


366 


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My  fkin  it  is  as  foft  -O,  Great  bags  of  Chining  gold_0, 

As  them  that  fattin  weeds  do  wear,  Like  them  whofe  daughters  now  a  days 
And  carry  their  heads  aloft-O.  Like  fwine  are  bought  and  fold-O; 

What  tho'  I  keep  my  fathers  fheep.  Yet  my  fair  body  it  fhall  keep 
The  thing  that  muft  be  done  _0,         An  honeft  heart  within  -O, 

With  garlands  of  the  fineft  flow'rs  And  for  twice  fifty  thoufand  crowns 
To  {hade  me  frae  the  fun_0.  I  value  not  a  pin_Or 

When  they  are  feeding  pleafantly,  I  ufe  nae  gums  upon  my  hair, 
Where  grafs  and  flowers  do  fpringX),  Nor  chains  about  my  neck  _0, 

Then  on  a  flowry  bank  at  noon,  Nor  {hining  rings  upon  my  hands, 
1  fet  me  down  and  fing_0  My  fingers  ftraight  to  deck -O 


My  Paiiley  piggy  corkd  with  fage, 
Contains  my  drink  but  thin  _0. 

No  wines  do  e'er  my  brain  enrage, 
Or  tempt  my  mind  to  Cm  _0. 


But  for  that  lad  to  me  fhall  fa', 
And  I  have  grace  to  wed_Of 

I'll  keep  a  jewel  worth  them  a*, 
I  mean  my  maidenhead -O. 


My  country  curds  and  wooden  fpoon  Tf  canny  Fortune  give  to  me 

I  think  them  unco  fine  -O,  The  man  I  dearly  love  _0, 

And  on  a  flowery  bank  at  noon  Tho'  we  want  gear  I  dinna  care, 

I  fet  me  down  and  dine  -O.  My  hands  I  can  improve  -O. 

Expecting  for  a  blefsing  ftill 

Defcending  from  above  _Of 
Then  we'll  embrace  and  fweetly  kifs, 

Repeating  tales  of  love_0.  %      x 


Geordie 


An  old  Ballad. 


&57 

Same  Tune. 


There  was  a  battle  in  the  north. 
And  nobles  there  was  many. 

And  they  hae  kill'd  Sir  Charlie  Hay, 
And  they  laid  the   wyte  on  Geordie. 

O  he  has  written  a  lang  letter, 

He  fent  it  to  his  lady; 
Ye  maun  cum   up  to  Enbrugh  town 

To  fee  what  words  o  Geordie. 

When  firft  fhe  lookd  the  letter  on, 
She  was  baith  red  and  rofy; 

But  fhe  had  na  read  a  word  but  twa, 
Till  fhe  wallow't  like  a  lily. 

Gar  get  to  me  my  gude  grey  fteed, 

My  inen/ie  a'  gae  wi   me; 
For  I  fhall  neither  eat  nor  drink, 

Till  Enbrugh  town  fhall  fee  me. 


O  fhe 8  down  on  her  bended  knee, 
I  wat  fhe  8  pale  and  weary, 

0  pardon,  pardon,  noble  king, 
And  gie  me  back  my  Dearie! 

(deal) 

1  hae  born  feven  fons  to  my  Geordie 

The  feventh  ne'er  faw  hi8  dadd;t: 
O  pardon,  pardon,  noble  king, 
Pity  a  waefu'  ladyl 

Gar  bid  the  headin-man  mak  ha  fie. 

Our  king  reply 'd  fu   lordly: 
O  noble  king,  tak  a   that's  mine, 

But  gie  me  back  my  Geordie. 

V.ran, 
The  Gordons  cam  and  the  Gordons  - 

And  they  were  ftark  and  fteady; 

And  ay  the  word  amang  them  a' 

Was,  Gordons  keep  you  ready. 


And  fhe  has  mountit  her  gude  grey 
Her  men/.ie  a  gaed  wi  her; 

And  fhe  did  neither  eat  nor  drink 
Till  Enbrugh  town  did  fee  her. 

And  firft  appear 'd  the  fatal  block, 
And  fyne  the  aix  to  "head  him; 

And  Geordie  cumin  down  the  ftair, 
And  bands  o  aim  upon  him . 


fteed,  An  aged  lord  at  the  kings  right  tomd 
Says  noble  king,  but  hear  me; 
Gar  her  tell  down  five  thoufand  pound 
And  gie  her  back  htr  Dearie. 

(-v\ns, 
Some  gae  her  marks  fomegae  hercro- 

Some  gae  her  dollars  many;  /-      , 

And  fhe's  tell'd  down  five  thoufand  po  - 

And  fhes  gotten  again  her  Deat  i«. 


But  tho  he  was  chain d  in  fetters  ftrang.She  blinkit  blythe  in  her  Geordie'sfece, 
O  aim  and  fteel  fae  heavy,  Says,  dear  I've  bought  thee,Geordie: 

There  was  na  ane  in  a  the  court,  But  there  fud  been  bluidybouks  on  the 

Sae  bra'  a  man  as  Geordie.  Or  I  had  tint  my  laddie.       /'green, 

He  clafpit  her  by  the  middle  fma', 
And  he  kift  her  lips  fae  rofy: 
■■'■'*'  '•  The  faireft  flower"  o  woman-kind 

Is  my  fweet,  bonie  Ladyl 


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I'll  ne'er  blame  my  partial  fancy, 
Naething  could  refift  my  Nancy: 
But  to  fee  her,  was  to  love  her; 
Love  but  her,  and  love  for  ever. 
Had   we   never  lov'd  fae  kindly, 
Had  we   never  lov'd  fae  blindly, 
Never  met  _  or  never  parted, 
We  had  ne'er  been  broken-hearted. 


Fare  thee  weel,  thou  firft  and  fairefti 
Fare  thee  weel,  thou  beft  and  dearefti 
Thine  be  ilka  joy  and  treafure, 
Peace,  Enjoyment,  Love  and  Pleafurei 
Ae  fond  kifs,  and  then  we  fever; 
Ae  fareweel,  Alas!  for  ever!- 
Deep  in  heart-wrung  tears  V\i  pledge  theej 
Warring  fighs  and  groans  I'll  wage  thee. 

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As    I   i*ws    ;i  wannriiiij. 

Tune,  Hinn  in  eudial  mo  mhealladh.  A  Gaelic   Air. 

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I  could  na  get  fleepin  till  dawin,  for  greetin; 

The  tears  trick  I'd  down  like  the  hail  and   the  rain: 
Had  F  na  got  greetm,   my  heart    *vad  a  broken, 

For  oh.luve  forfaken's   a   tormenting  pain! 
Weel  fince  he   has  >tc. 

Although  he  has    left   me   for  greed   o*   the   filler, 
F  dinna  envy  him   the  gains    he   can   «*in: 

I  rather   *a<J  bear  a   the    lade  o    n.\    forrow, 
Than  <\er  hae  acttd  fae   fafthtefs  to  him. 
W<  <.  I  firre   he    has  \..  . 


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Her  fmiles  a  gift   frae  boon  the  lift, 

That  maks  us   mair  than  princes; 
A  fcepter'd  hand,  a  kings  command, 

Is  in   her  darting  glances:     . 
The   man  in  arms  gainft  female  charms, 

Even  he  her  willing  flave  is; 
He  hugs  his  chain,  and  owns  the  reign 

Of  conquering  lovely  Davies. 
My  Mufe  to  dream  of  fuch  a  theme, 

Her  feeble  powers   furrender; 
The  eagle's  ga/e  alone  furveys 

The  fun's    meridian  fplendor: 
1    wad   in  vain  ef'say  the   ftrain, 

The  deed   too  daring   bra\e   is; 
I'll   drap  t ho   lyre,  and    mute,  admire, 

The   charms   o'  lovely  Davies. 


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Re)  out  the   ingle    low; 
And  ay  fhe  took  the  tither  louk, 

To  droirk  the  ftourie  tow'. 

The    weary  &c. 

Quoth  I,  for  fhaine,  ye  dirty,  dame, 

Qae   fpin  your  tap  o    tow! 
1*1  e  took  the    rock,  and   wi' a  knock, 


She  brak  it  o  er  my  pow. 

The    weary  &c. 

At    lajgt   her  feet,  I  fang  to  fte't, 
)remoft  o'er  the   kr.owe; 
or  T    wad   anither  jad, 
I-'l I   wallop  in   a  tow. 
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The  Pairtrick  loes  the  fruitfu' fells; 

The  Plover  loes  the  mountains; 
The  Woodcock  haunts  the  lanely  dells; 

The  (baring  Hern  the  fountains: 
Thro'  lofty  groves  the  Cufhat  roves, 

The  path  o'  Man  to  fhun  it; 
The  ha/el  bufh  o'erhangs  the  Thrufh, 

The  fpreading  thorn  the  Linnet. 


But  Peggy  dear  the  evenings  clear. 

Thick  flies  the  fkimming  fwallow; 
The  fky  is  blue  the  fields  in  view 

All  fading-green  and  yellow: 
Come  let  us  ftray  our  gladfbme  way, 

And  view  the  charms  q  Nature, 
The  ruftling  corn,  the  fruited  thorn. 

And  ilka  happy  creature. 


Thus  every  kind  their  pleafure  find,  We'll  gently  walk,  and  fweetly  talk, 

The  favage  and  the  tender;  While  the  filent  moon  fhines  clearly, 

Some,  focial  join»and  leagues  combine,  I'll  clafp  thy  waift,  and  fondly  preft. 

Some  folitary  wander:  Swear. how  1  lo'e  thee  dearly i 

A  vaunt,  away!  the  cruel  fway,  Not  vernal  fhowers  to  budding  flov\L  ? 

Tyrannic  Man's  dominion;  Not  Autumn  to  the  Farmer, 

The  Sportsmans  joy,  the  murdering  cry,  So  dear  can  be  as  thou  to  me, 

The  fluttering  gory  pinion.  My  fair  my  lovely  Charmer . 


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I'll  be  flave  to  naebody; 

I  hae  a  gude  braid  fword, 
I'll  tak  dunts  frae  naebody. 


I'll  be  merry  and  free, 
I'll  be  fad  for   naebody; 

Naebody  cares  for  me, 
I  care  for   naebody. 


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And  was  na  Cockpen  right  faucy  witha, 
And  was  na  Cockpen   right  faucy  witha', 
In  leaving  the  dochter  of  a  lord, 
And  kifsin  a  Collier  lafsie  an  a'. 

O  never  look  down,  my  lafsie  at  a, 

O  never  look  down,  my  lafsie  at  a',- 

Thy  lips  are  as  fweet  and  thy  figure  compleat, 

As  the  fineft  dame  in  caftle  or  ha'. 

Tho'  thou  has  nae  filk  and  holland   fae  fma, 
Tho'  thou  has  nae  filk  and  holland  fae  fma, 
Thy  coat  and  thy  fark  are  thy  ain  handy  *  ark 
And  Lady  Jean  was  never  fae  braw. 

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J        ||  J^        Sing  bum   bibery  bum, 

"  JEI:    An  fare  ye  weel,  ray  pyke-ftaff, 
the   night  wi'    fome.  Sitg  bum. 

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O,  for  ane  and   twenty  Tam! 

Tune,The  Moudie>vort. 


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A  gleib  o'  Ian',  a  claut  o*  gear, 
VVas  left  me  by  my  Auntie, Tam; 

At  kith  or  kin  I  need  na  fpier, 
An  I  faw  ane  and  twentyTam. 
An  O,  for  &c. 


They'll  hae  me  wed  a  wealthy  coof, 
Tho'  T  myfel  hae  plenty,  Tam; 

But  hearft  thou,  laddie, there's  my  loof, 

I'm  thine  at  ane  and  twenty,  Tam. 

An  O,  for  &c . 

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The  Elliots  and  Armftrangs  did  convene;  May  T  find  grace,  my  fovereign  liege, 


They  were  a  gallant  compame: 
We'll  ryde  and  meit  our  lawful    king, 

And  bring  him  fafe  Gilnockie. 
Make  kinnen  and  capon  ready  then, 

And  venifon  in  great  plentie; 
We  11  welcum  hame  our  royal  king, 

I  hope  he'll  dyne  at  Gilnockie. 

They  ran  their  horfe  on  the  f  angumholm 

And  brake  their  fpeirs  with  meikle  main; 
The  Ladies  lukit  frae  their  lofty  windows 

God  bring  our  men  weil  back  ae;ain. 
Quhen  Johnie  came  before  the  King, 

With  all  his  men  fae  brave  to  fee, 
The  King  he  movit  his  bonnet  to  him, 

He  weind  he  was  king  as  well  as  he. 


Grace  for  my  loyal  men  and  me, 
For  my  name  it  is  Johnie  Armftrang, 

And  fubjecl,of /ours, my  Liege, fud  he. 
Away,  away,  thou  tray  tor  ftrang, 

Out  of  my  ficht  thou  mayft  fine  be, 
1  grantit  nevir  a  tray  tors  lyfe, 

And  now  I'll  not  begin  with  the «  . 

-Grant  me  my  lyfe,  my  Liege,  my  Kin^, 

And  a  bonny  gift  I  will  gi' to  thee, 
Full  four-and-t>\«nty  milk-why  t  fteids, 

Were  a  foald  in  a  /eir  to  me, 
I'll  gie  thee  all  thefe  milk  why  t  fields, 

That  pranc  and  nicher  at  a  fpe.tr, 
"With  as  meikle  gude  Inglis  gill . 

As  four  of  their  braid  backs  dow  be:r. 
Away, away, thou  tr*\ tor, fec'&c&C'. 


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My  Billie  he  was  at  the  mofs,  and  no  ane  near  our  fport  to  ipill, 
The  feint  a  Body  was  therein  there  was  nae  fear  of  being  fcen, 
Hey,  how,  my  Johnie  lad,ye're  no  fae  kindsye  fud  hae  been. 

Wad  om    lad  wjha  lo'ed  her  weel,  hae  left  his  bonny  lafs  her  lane, 
To  light  and  greet  ilk  langfome  hour,  and  think  her  fweeteft  minutes  gane, 
O,  had  ye  been  a  wooer  leal,  we  fhu'd  hae  met  wi'  hearts  mair  keen,    •     i 
Hey  how  ray.  Johnie  lad,ye're  no  fae  kinds  ye  fud  hae  been. 

But  I  maun  hae  anither  joe,  whale  love  gangs  never  out  o  mind, 
And  winna  let  the  moment  pafs,whan  to  a  lafs  he  can  be  kind, 
Then  gang  your  wa's  to  blinken  Befs,  nae  mair  for  Johnie  fhall  fhe  green, 
Hey,how, my  Johnie  lad.ye're  no   fae  kinds  ye  fud  hae  been. 


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taen      a_wa     Jamie     the     flower     o     them      a'. 


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0  think  na  lang,  lafsie,  tho'  T  be  awa, 
An'  think  na  lang,  lafsie,  tho'  I  be  awa; 
The  fimmer  is  come  and  the  winter's  awa, 
And  I'll  come  and  fee  thee  in  fpite  o'  tbem  a'. 

O ''Sandy  has  owfen,  and   filler,  and  kye, 
A  houfe  and  a  haddin,  and  a'  things  forbye, 
But   I  wad   hae  Jamie  wi'  s   bonnet  in's  hand, 
Before  I'd   hae  Sandy  wi'  houfes  and  land. 

("The  Q.  verfe  fung  here^)  O  tkink  na  lang,&c. 

My  daddie   was  fulkie,  my  minnie    was  four, 
They  gloom'd  on  my  Jamie  becaufe  he  was  poor; 
But  daddie  and  minnie  altho'  that  they  be, 

1  here's   nane  o'  them  a'  like  my  Jamie  to  me. 

{The  2.    verfe  fung  hejcg,")  O  think  na  lang,&c. 

I'll  fit*on  my  funkie  and  fpin  at  my  wheel, 
And  fing  o'  my  Jamie  wha  loes  me  fae  weel; 
He  took  a  white  faxpence  aud  brak  it  in  twa,  ' 
And  gae  me  the  hauf  o't   when  he  gaed  awa. 

Sayin,  think  upon't  lafsie  when  I  am  awa, 
An'  think  upon't  lafsie  when  I  art  awa: 
The  fimmer  is  come,  and  the  winters  awa. 
And   I'll  come  and  feu  thee  in  fpite  o'  tfiejn  a'. 


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Here s  Kenmures  health  in  wine,  Willie, 

Here's  Kenmure's  health  in  wine, 
There   ne'er  was  a  coward  o  Kenmure  s  blude, 

Nor  yet   o   Gordons   Line 

O  Kenmure  s  lads  are   men,  Willie, 

O  Kenmure's    lads  are  men, 
Their  hearts   and   fwords  are    metal  true, 

And  that    their  faes    fhall   ken 

They'll  live,  or  die    wi'  fame,  Willie, 
They'll  live,  or  die    wi'  fame,  • 

But  foon  wi'  founding  victorie 
May  Kenmures  Lord  come  hame 

Here's    Him  thats  far  awa,  Willie, 

Here's   Him  that's   far  awa, 
And   here  s  the  flower  that   I  lo'e  belt, 

The  rofe   that's    like  the  fnaw 


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On  ilka  hand  the  burnies  trot, 
And  meet  below  my  theekit  cot; 
The  fcented  birk  and  hawthorn  white 
Acrofs  the  pool  their  arms  unite, 
Alike  to  fcreen  the  birdie's  neft, 
And  little  fifhes  callen  reft: 
The  fun  blinks  kindly  in  the  biel^ 
Where,  blythe  I  turn  my  fpinnin  wheel. 

On  lofty  aiks  the  cufhats  wail, 
And  Echo  cons  the  doolfu'  tale; 
The  lintwhites  in  the  ha/el  braes, 
Delighted,  rival  ithers  lays: 


The  craik  amang  the  claver  hay, 
The  pairtrick  whirrin  o  er  the  ley, 
The  fwallow  Jinkin  round  my  fhiel, 
Amufe  me  at  my  fpinnin  wheel. 

Wi'  fma'  to  fell,  and  lefs  to  buy, 
Aboon  diftrefs,  below  envy, 
O  wha  wad  leave  this  humble  .ftate, 
For  a'  the  pride  of  a  the  great? 
Amid  their  flairing,  idle  toys, 
Amid  their  cumbrous,  diiifomc   jo\-R. 
Can  they  the  peace  and  pl<  .dure  f <  <  1 
Of  Befsy  at  her  fpinnin  wh<eli 


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See  you  not  pn  hills  and  dales  And  embrace  my  Collier  laddie. 

;  The  fun  fhines  on  fae  Draw  lie  i  I  wad  turn  &c. 

They;  a'  are  mine  and  they  (hall  be  thine, 

Gin  ye'll  leave  your  Collier  laddie.      I  can  win  my  five  pennies  in  a  day, 


They  a'  are  &c. 


And-  fpen't  at  night  fu'  brawlie: 
And  make  my  bed  in  the  Colliers  neuk, . 
And  lie  down  wi'  my  Collier  laddie,  i 
And  make  my  bed  &c . 


Ye  fhall  gang  in  gay  attire, 

Weel  bufkit  up  fae  gaudy; 
And  ane  to  wait  on  every  hand, 
Gin  ye'll  leave  your  Collier  laddie.     Loove  for  loove  is  the  bargain  for  me, 

Tho'  the  wee  Cot_houfe  fhould  haud  mjj 
And  the  warld before  me  to  win  my  breaj 

And  fair  fa'  my  Collier  laddie. 
And  the  warld  before  me  to  win  my  breaf 
And  fair  fa*  my  Collier  laddie. 


And  ane  to  wait  &c. 

Tho'  ye  had  a'  the  fun  fhines  on, 

And  the  earth  conceals  fae  lowly; 
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And  butter  in  them,  and  butter  in  them, 
Ye's  get  a  panfu'  o'  plumpin  parridge, 

Gin  yell  come  hame  again  een, jo! 
Ha,  ha,  how!  that  8  naething  that  dow, 
F  winna  come  hame,  I  canna  come  hame; 
Ha,  ha,  howl  that's  naething  that  dow, 

I  winna  come  hame  gin  een  jo. 

The  Shephersd's  wife&c. 
(the  l^fe  2d  verfes  fung    here) 

A  reekin  fat  hen,  wee  I  fryth'd  i'  the  pan, 

Gin  ye'll  come  hame,  gin  ye'll  come  hame, 

A  reekin  fat  hen  weel  fryth'd  i'the  pan, 

Gin  ye'li  come  hame  again  een  jo 

Ha,  ha,  howl  &c. 

(the  4^  verfe  here) 

The  Shepherds  wife  &c. 
(the  firft  &  2d  verfes  here) 


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A  weel  made  bed  and  a  pair  o  clean  _ 

Gin  ye'll  come  hame,  gin  ye'll  come  hauif 

A  weel  made  bed  &  a  pair  o'  clean  fheets, 

Gin  ye'll  come  hame  again  een  jo. 

Ha,  ha,  how!  fcc. 
(the  4^  verfe  here) 

The  fhepherd  s  wife  &c . 
(the  tffe  2d  verfes  here) 

A  luving  wife  in  lily  white  linens, 
Gin  ye'll  come  hame,  gin  ye'll  come  harm 
A  luving  wife  in  lily  white  linens. 
Gin  ye'll  come  hame  again  een,  jo. 

Ha  ha   how!  that's  fomething  that  dow 

I    will  come  hame,  I  will  come  hame; 

Ha   ha   how!  that's  fomething  that  dow 

I    will  come  hame  again  een  jo . 


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Is  that  my  father  Philip. 

Or  is't  my  brother  John. 
Or  is't  my  true  love  Willie 

From  Scotland  new  come  home. 

'lis  not  thy  father  Philip, 

Nor  yet   thy  brother  John; 
But  'tis  thy  true  love  Willie, 

From  Scotland  new  come  home. 

O  fweet  Marg'reti  O  dear  Marg'reti 

I  pray  thee  fpeak  to  me, 
Give  me  my  faith  and  troth, Marg'reti 

As  1  gave  it  to  thee. 

Thy  faith  and  troth  thous  never  get, 

We  twa  will  never  twin, 
Till  that  thou  come  within  my  bower, 

And  kifs  my  cheek  and  chin. 

If  1  fhould  ccir.e  within  thy  bower, 

I  am  rn  earirl;    man; 
And  fhould  1  k'fs  thy  rofy  lips,    , 

Thy  davs   would  not  be  lang. 

O  fweet  Mart;  retl  O  dear  M.arg'reti 

I  pray  thee  fpeak  to  me; 
Give  me  ir.v  Calth  and  troth,  Marg'reti 

\h  I  ga\e  it    to  thee. 

Thy  faith  and  troth  thous  never  get, 

We  twj   will  never  twin, 
Til  you  take  me  to  y  on  kirk -yard. 
And  wed  me   with  a  ring. 

V;    bones  are  buried  in  } on  kirk-yard, 
AlVir  bevond  the  fea; 


And  it  is  but  my  fprit,  Marg'ret, 
That's  now  fpeaking  to  thee. 

She  ftretched  out  her  lily-white  hand, 

And  for  to  do  her  beft; 
Hae,  there's  your  faith  and  troth,Willie;    j 

God  fend  your  faul  good  reft! 

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A  piece  below  her  knee, 
And  a'  the  live- lang  winter- night 

The  dead  corpfe  follow 'd  fhe. 

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Or  any  room  at  your  feet, 
Or  any  room  at  your  fide,  Willie, 

Wherein  that  I  may  creep. 

There's  no  room  at  my  head, Marg ret, 
There s  no  room  at  mv  feet, 

There's  no  room  at  my  fide,  Marg  ret,  I 
My  coffin's  made  fo  meet. 

Then  up  and  crew  the  red  cock, 

And  up  then  crew  the  gray, 
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1      That  you  were  going  away. 

No  more  the  ghoft  to  Marg'ret  faid, 

But,  with  a  grievous  groan, 
Evanifh'd  in  a  cloud  of  mift, 

And  left  her  all  alone. 

O  ftay,  my  only  true-love,  ft  ay, 
The  conftant  Marg'ret  cry'd; 

Wan  grew  her  cheeks,  fhe  clos'd  her  een, 
Stretch'd  her  foft  limbs,  and  dy'd . 


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The   weary  night  o'  care  and  ?rief 

Ma)    hat-  a    joy  f u    morrow, 
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Fu'  fnell  out  o'er  the  moor,  O;  As  thro'  the  hills  they  foor,  O, 

"Rife  up,  rife  up,  auld  Luckie,' he  fays, They  airted  by  the  line  o'  light 
"Rife  up  and  hjar  the  door,  O'.  Fu'  ftraught  to  Johnie  Blunts  door.d 

They  made  a  paction  tween  them  twa,  They  haurld  auld  Luckie  out  o  her  beq 
They  made  it  firm  and  fure;  O,  And  laid  her  on  the  floor,  O; 

Whae'er  fud  fpeak  the  foremof*  word,  But  never  a  word  auld  Luckie  wad  fay, 
•Should  rife  and  bar  the  door,  O.  For  barrin  o'  the  door,    O. 

.  Ye've  eaten  my  bread,  ye  hae  druken  my  ale, 

"And  ye'll  mak  toy  auld  wife  a  whore,  O,  * 

A  ha,  Johnie  Blunt!  ye  hae  fpoke  the  firft  word, 
Get  up  and  bar  the  door,  O. 

Conntrj  Lafsie. 


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And   lafs'fc  >e're  but  young  ye  ken; 
Then  wait  a  wee,  and  canie  wale, 

A  routhie  butt,  a  routhie  ben: 
There's  Johnie  o   the   Bufkie   glen, 

Fu'  is  his  barn,  fu'  is  his  byre; 
Tak   this  frae  me,  my  bonie  hen, 

It's  plenty  beets  the   luver's  fire. 

For  Johnie  o'  the  Bufkie_glen, 

1  dinna  care  a  fingle  flie; 
He  loes   fae  weel  his  craps  and  kye, 

Ife  has   nae  loove  to  fpare  for  me: 
But  b Mho's  the  blink  o  Robie's  e'e, 

And   weel  I  wat  he  loes  me  dear; 
A«fblink  o'  him    I   wad    na  gie 

For  Bufkie-glen  and  a*  his  gear. 


O  thoughtlefs  lafsie,  life's  a  faught, 

The  cannieft  gate,  the  ftrife  is  fair; 
But  ay  fulhant  is  fechtin  beft, 

A  hungry  cares  an  unco  care: 
But  'Tom e  will  fpend,and  fome  willfpjm 

An  wilfu'folk  maun  hae  their  will; 
Syne  as  ye  brew,  my  maiden  fair, 

Keep  mind  that  ye  maun  drink  the  _ 

O  gear  will  buy  me  rigs  o  land, 

And  gear  will  buy  me  fheep  and  kye; 
But  the  tender  heart  o  Jiefome  loove, 

The  gowd  and  filler  ennna  buy: 
We  may  be  poor,  Hobie  and  I, 

Liyht  is  the  harden  Loove  Las  on; 
Content  an. I  I.(..jV  bringfnpeace  ffe  joy, 

Whnt  u, air  h.if  Queens  upon  a  throne 

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Thee,  dear     maid,  hae  1  offended. 

The  offence  is  loving  thee: 
Canft  thou   wreck  his  peace  for  ever, 

Wha  for  thine  wad  gladly  die! 
While  the  life  beats  in  my  bofom, 

Thou  (halt   mix  in  ilka  throe: 
Turn  again,  ihou   lovely  maiden, 

At-  fwcet   fmile  on   me   beftow. 


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Not  the  little  fporting  fairy, 

All  beneath  the  fimmer  moon; 
Not  the  Poet  in  the-  moment 

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Kens  the  pleafure,  feels  the  rapture', 

That  thy  prefeace  gita  to  me. 

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Thee,  dear  Maid,  hae  I  offended. 

The  offence  is  luving  thee: 
Can  thou  wreck  his  peace  for  ever, 

Wha  for  thine  wad  gladly  die! 
O,  while  the  life  beats  in  my  bofom, 

Thou  fhalt  mix  in  ilka  throel 
Turn  again,  thou  lovely  maiden, 

Ae  fweet  fmile  on  me  beftow. 


Not   the  bee  upon  the  blofiom, 
In  the  pride  o  finny  noon; 

Not  the  little  fporting  fairy, 
All  beneith  the  fimmer  moon: 

Not  the   Poet,  in  the  moment 
Fancy  lightens  in  his  e'e; 

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On  his  gray  yad  as  he  did  ride,  Goodman,  quoth  he,  be  ye  within, 

.  With  durk  and  piftol  by  his  fide,  Ira  come  your  doughter s  love  to  win, 

He  prick d  her  on  wi'meikle  pride,  I  carena  for  making  meiklu  din; 

Wi'meikle   mirth  and  glee.  -         What  anfwer  gi' ye  me? 

Out  o'er  yon  mofs,  out  o'er  yon  muir,  Now,  wooer,  quoth  he,  will  ye  come  in, 

Till  he  came  to  her  Dady's  door.  I'll  gie  ye  my  doughters  love  to  win, 

With  a  fal,  dal,  fee.  With  a  fal,  dal,  fee. 


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Now,  wooer,  fin'  ye  are  lighted  down, 
Where  do  ye  won,  or  in  what  town. 
I  think  ray  doughter  winna  gloom, 

On  fie    a  lad  as  ye. 
The  wooer  he  ftep'd  up  the  houfe. 


Your  doughter  wad  na  fay  me  na, 
But  to  yourfell  fhe'as  left  it  a'. 
As  we  cou'd  gree  between  as  twa; 
Say,  what'Il  ye  gie  me  wi'  her. 
Now,  wooer,  quo'  he,  I  hae  na  meikle, 


Arid  wow  but  he  was  wondrous  croufe,  But  ficks  1  hae,  ye's  get  a  pickle, 
With  a  fal,dal,  fee.  With  a  fal,  dal,  fee. 

I  have  three  owfen  in  a  pleugh,  A  kilnfu'  of  corn   I'll  gie  to  thee, 

Twa  gude  gaun  yades,and  gear  enough.  Three  foums  of  fheep,twa  good  milkkv. . 


The  place  they  ca'  it  Cadeneugh; 

I  fcorn  to  tell  a  lie: 
Befide8,  I  hae  frae  the  great  laird, 
A  peat-pat,  and  a  lang  kail-yard 

With  a  fal,  dal,  fee. 


Ye's  hae  the  wadding  dinner  free;  , 

Troth   I  dow  do  nae  mair. 
Content,  quo*  he,  a  bargain  be' t, 
I'm  far  frae  hame,  mak  hafte,  let's  greet, 
With  a  fal,  dal,  fee. 


The  maid  put  on  her  kirtle  brown, 
She  was  the  braweft  in  a'  the  town; 
I   wat  on  him  fhe  did   na  gloom, 

But  blinkit  bonnilie. 
The  lover  he  ftended  up  in  hafte, 
And  gript  her  hard  about  the  wafte, 

With  a  fal,  dal,  fee. 


The  bridal-day  it  came  to  pafp, 
Wi'mony  a  blythfome  lad  and  lafs; 
But  ficken  a  day  there  never  was, 

Sick  mirth  was  never  feen. 
This  winfome  couple  ftraked  hands, 
Mefs  John  ty'd  up  the  marriage-bands. 

With  a  fal,  dal, fee. 


To  win  your  love,  maid,  I'm  come  here,   And  our  bride's  maidens  were  na  few, 
I'm  young,  and  hae  enough  o'gear;  Wi' tap-knots,  lug-knots, a'  in  bier.. 

And  for  myfell  you  need  na  fear,  Frae  tap  to  tae  they  were  bra'  new, 

Troth  try  me  whan  you  like.  And  blinkit  bonnilie. 

He  took  aff  his  bonnet,&  fpat  in  his  chow.Their  toys  and  mutches  were  fae  o/e.ir. 
He  dighted  his  gab,  and  he  prie'd  her  mou' They  glanced  in  our  Udfes' een, 

With  a  fal,  dal, fee.  With  a  fal,dal.fee. 


The  maiden  blufhd  and  bing'd  fu  law. 
She  had  na  will  to  fay  him  na, 
But  to  her  daddy  fhe  left  it  a', 

As  they  twa  cou'd  agree. 
The  lover  he  ga'e  her  the  tither  kifs, 


Sick  hirdum,dirdum,  and  Ink  din, 
Wi'  he  o'er  her,  and  £he  o'er  him; 
The  minftrels  they  did  never  blin, 

Wi' meikle  mirth  and  glee. 
And  ay  they  bobit,  and  u\  thty  beck. I 


Syne  ran  to  her  daddy,fe  tell'd  him  this,  And  ay  their  wames  together  met, 
With  a  fal, dal, fee.  With   r,    f;l,dal,*c. 


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And  he  flang't  as  far  as  I  could  fee,       And  theywere  a'  clad  out  in  green, 
Though  I  had  been  a  Wallace  wight,      Though  the  King  of  Scotland  had  been  theraj 

The  warft  o'  them  might  ha  been  his  queer 


I  coudna  liften't  to  my  knee. 
O  wee  wee  many*  but  thou  be  ftrong, 

O  tell  me  where  thy  dwelling  be. 
My  dwellings  down  at  yon  bonny  bower, 

O  will  you  go  with  me  and  fee. 


On  We  lap  and  awa  we  rade, 
Till  we  came  to  yon  bonny  ha', 

Where  the  roof  was  o'  the  beaten  gould, 
And  the  floor  was  o  the  cryftal  a'. 

When  we  came  to  the  ftair  foot, 
Ladies  were  dancing  jimp  and  fma, 


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On  we  lap  and  awa  we  rade, 

-Till  we  came  to  yon  bonny  green; 

We  'lighted  down  for  to  bait  our  horfe,  But  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye, 

And  out  there  came  a  lady  fine.  My  wee  wee  man  was  clean  awa' 

'■M  Shathmgrtt,  in  old  Scotifh,  means  the  fift.  clofed  with  the  thumb  extended. 


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What  is  Right,  and  what  is  Wrang,  «by  the  law,  by  the  law: 
What  is  Right,  and  what  is  Wrang,  by  the  law? 
What  is  Right,  and  what  is  Wrang? 
A  fhort  fword,  and  a  lang, 
A  weak  arm,  and  a  ftrang 
For  to  draw. 

What  makes  heroic  ftrife,  fam'd  a  far,  fam'd  a  far? 
What  makes  heroic  ftrife,  fam'd  a  far? 
What  makes  heroic  ftrife? 
To  whet   th   afsafsin's  knife, 
Or  hunt  a  Parents  life 
Wi'  bludie  war. 

Then  let  your  fchemes  alone,  in  the  ftate,  in  the  ftate, 
Then  let  your  fchemes  alone,  in  the  ftate, 
Then  let  your  fchemes  alone, 
Adore  the   rifing  fun, 

And  leave  a    man   undone 
To  his  fate. 


384 


The    poor  Threfher. 


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This  poor  man  was  feen  to  go  early  to  work, 
He  never   was  known  for   to  idle  or   lurk; 
With  his  flail  on  his  back  and  his  bottle  of  beer, 
As  happy  as  thofe  that  have  thoufands  a  year. 

In  fummer  he  toil'd  thro'  the  faint,  fultry  heat; 
Alike  in  the  winter,  the  cotd,  and  the  weet: 
So  blythe  and  fo  merry  he'd   whiftle  and  fing 
As  canty  as  ever  a  bird  in  the  Spring 

One  evening  this  'Nobleman,  taking  his  walk, 
Did  meet  the  poor  Threfher  and  freely  did  talk; 
And  many  a  queftion  he  afk'd  him  at  large,  . 
And  ftill  his  difconrfe  was  concerning  his  charge. 

You'have  many  children  I  very  well  know, 
Your  labor  is  hard  and  your  wages  are  low. 
And  yet  you  are  chearful,  I  pray  tell  me  how 
That  you  do  maintain  them  fo  wqll  as  you  do.  " 

I  moil,  and  I  toil,  and  1  harrow  and  plough, 
And  fomerimea  a  hedging  and  ditching  I  go; 
No  v\ork  comes  me   wrong  for  1  (hear  and  I  mow, 
And  thus  earn  my  bread  by  the  fweat  of  my  brow. 


386 


Continued. 

My  wife  fhe  is   willing  to  draw  in  the  yoke, 
We  live   like  two  lambs  and  we  feldom  provoke; 
Each  one  loves  the  other,  we  join  with  the  ant. 
And  do  our  endeavour  to  keep  us  from  want. 

I  moil  and  I  toil  and  I  labor  all  day, 

At  night  I  do  bring  my  full  wages  away: 

What  tho'  it  be  pofsible  we  do  live  poor, 

We  ftill  keep  the  ravening  wolf  from  the  door. 

And  when  1  come  home  from  my  labor  at  night 
To  my  wife  and  children  in  whom  1  delight, 
To  fee  them  come  round  me   with  prattling  noife, 
O,  thefe  are  the  pleafures  the  poor  man  enjoys. 

Tho'  I  am  as  weary  as   weary  can  be, 
The  youngeft  ay  chiefly  does  dance  on  my  knee; 
I  find  that  contentments  an  abfolute  feaft, 
And  I  never  repine  at  my  lot  in  the  leaft. 

Th»  Nobleman  hearing  him  what  he  did  fay, 
Invited  him  home  to  dine  with  him  next  day; 
His    wife  and  his  children  he  charg'd  him  to  bring, 
And  in  token  of  favor  he  gave  him  a  ring. 

He  thanked  his  Lordfhip  and  taking  his  leave 
Went  home  to  his  wife   who  fcarce  could  believe, 
Thinking  the  ftory  himfelf  he  did  raife, 
But  feeing  the  ring,  then  fhe  ftood  in  arha/e. 

Early  next  morning  the  goodwife  arofe, 
And  drefsed  them  all  in  the  beft  of  their  clothr.s 
There  was  he,  and  his  wife,  and  his  fevcn  children  finall, 
They  all  went  to  dine  at  the  Nobleman's  hall. 

The  dinner  being  ended,  he  then  let  them  know;, 
What  he  intended  on  them  to  beftow; 
A  farm  of  full  forty  good  acres  of  land 
He  gave  him  the  rights  of  it  all  in  his  hand. 

Becaufe  thou  art  loving  and  kind  to  thy  wife, 
I'll  make  thy  days  eafy  the  reft  of  thy  life; 
I  give  it  for  ever  to  thee  and  thy  heirs, 
So  hold  thy  induftry  with  diligent  cares. 

No  tongue  then  was  able  their  joy  to  exprefs. 
Their  tokens  of  love,  and  their  true  thankful'nefs; 
And  many  a  low  humble   bow   to  thr  ground: 
But  fuch  Noblemen  there's  but  few  to  b'-  found. 


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And  I   will  pu'  the  pink,  the  emblem  o'  my  Dear, 
For  (he  is  the  pink  o'  womankind,  and  blooms  without  a  peer; 

And  a'  to  be  a  pofie  to  my  ain  dear  May. 


I'll  pu'  the  budding  rofe  when  Phebus  peeps 
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For  it's  like  a  baumy  kifs  o'  her  fweet,  bonie  mou; 
The  hyacinth's  for  conftancy  wi'its  unchanging  blue, 
And  a'  to  be  a  pofie  to  my  ain  dear  May. 

The  lily  it  is  pure,  and  the  lily  it  is  fair, 

And  in  her  lovely  bofbm  I'll  place  the  lily  there; 

The  daily's  for  fimplicity  and  unaffected  air, 
And  a'  to  be  a    pofie  to  my  ain  dear  May. 

The  hawthorn  I  will  pu,  wi'  it's  locks  o'  filler  grey. 
Where  like  an  aged  man  it  ftands  at  break  o  day, 

But  the  fongfter's  neft  within  the  bufh  I  winna  tak  away; 
And  a'  to-  be  a  pofie  to  my  -ain  dear  May. 

The  woodbine   I.  will  pu' when  the  e'ening  ftar  is  near, 
And  the  diamond  draps  o'  dew  fhall  be  her  een  fae  clear; 

The  violet's  for  modefty  which  weel  fhe  fa's  to  wear, 
And  a*  to  be  a  pofie  to  my  ain  dear  May. 

I'll  tie  the  pofie  round  wi'  the  filken  band  o   luve, 

And  I'll  place  it   in  her   breaft,  and  1*11  fwear  by  a'  abuve 

That  to  my  lateft  draught  o'  life  the  band  fhall  ne'er  remuve, 
And   this  will  be  a  pofie  to  my  ain  dear  May.  ~ 


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To  fee  the  rofe  and  woodbine  twine; 
And  ilka  bird  fang  o'  its  luve,  , 

And  fondly  fae  did  I  o  mine. 
Wi'  lightfome  heart  I  pud  a  rofe, 

FiT  fweet  upon  its  thorny  tree; 
And  ny  fiufe   luver  ftiw  my  roft;, 

But,  ah!  he   left  the  thorn  wi-  ne. 


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Full  ninety  winters  hae  I  feen,  But  when  its  tund  to  for  rows  tale. 

And  pip'd  where  gor.cocks  whirring  flew,  O  haith,  it's  doubly  dear  to  me. 
And  mony  a  day  ye've  danc'd,  1  ween,       Come  in,  auld  Carl!  I'll  fteer  my  fire, 

To  lilts  which  frae  my  drone  I  blew.        I'll  male  it  blee-re  a  bonie  flame; 
My  Eppie  wak'd,and  foon  fhe  cry'd,  Your  blude  is  thin, ye've  tint  the  gate, 

Get  up,  Guidman,  and  let  him  in;  Ye  fhould  na  ftray  fae  far  frae  hame. 

For  weel  ye  ken  th«  winter  night 

Was  fhort  when  he  began  his  din.       Nae  hame  have  I,  the  Minftrel  faid, 

Sad  party- ftrife  o'erturnclmy  ha'; 
My  Eppie's  voice,  O  wow  it's  fweetl  And,  weeping  at  the  eve  o  life, 

j  Eon  tho'  flic  bans  and  fcaulds  a  wee;  I  wander  thro'  a  wreath  o'  fnaw. 

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The  cat  has  twa  the  very  colour; 
Five  vufty  teeth  forty e  a  ftump, 

A  clapper  tongue  wad  deave  a  miller; 
A  whilkin  beard  about  her  moti, 

Her  nofe  and  chin  they  threaten  ithtr; 
Sic  a  wife  as  Willie   had,      - 

I  wad  na  gie  a   button  for  her". 

She's  bow_hoiigh'd,  /he's  hem  fhin'd, 
Ae  limpin  leg  a  hand  breed  fhorter; 

She's  twifted  right  fhe's  twifted  left , 
To  balance  fair  in   ilka  quarter: 


She  has  a  hump  upon  her  bn_ait, 

■  The  twin  o  that  upon  her  lr.outl.ei, 
Sic.  a  wife  as  Willie  had, 

I  wad  na  gie  a  button  for  her. 

Auld  baudrans  bylhe  ingle  fits, 

An  wi*  her  loof  her  facets  walhin 
Rut  Willie's  wife  is  nae,  fat  trig, 

She  dights  her  grun/ie  wi  a  hulhio 
Her  walie  nieVes  like,  midden  -creels, 

H<:r  Cape  v\  ill  fvle  the'  I  Qgan .watct- 
Sic  a  v\ilt    as  Willie  had, 

1  wad  na  gie  a  button  for  hei  . 
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We'Jl  fend  him  a  year  to   the  College  yet, 
We'll  few     a  green  ribban  round  about  his  hat. 
And  thut  will  let  them   ken  he's  to  marry  yet. 

Lady  Mary  Ann  was  a  flower  in  the  dew, 
Sweet  was  its  fmell  and  bonie  was  its  hue, 
And  the  langer  it  blofsom'd,  the  fweeter  it  grew, 
For  the.  lily  in  the  bud  will  be  bonier  yet. 

Young  Charlie  Cochran  was  the  fprout  of  an  aik, 
Bonie,  and  bloomin  and  ftraught  was'  its   make, 
The  fun  took  delight  to  fhine  for  its  fake, 
And  it  will  be  the  brag  o'  the  fort  ft  jet. 

The  fimmer  is  gane    when  the  leaves  they  were  green, 
And  the  d;ys  are  awa  that  we  hae  feen,   - 
'But  far  better  days  I  truft   will  com*  again, 
For  my  bonie  laddies  young  but  hes  growin  yet. 


Snch  a  parcel  of  rogues  in  a   nation 


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Thro'  many  warlike  ages, 
Is  wrought  now  by  a  coward  few, 

For  hireling  traitors  wages. 
The  Englifh  fteel  we  could  difdain, 

Secure  in  valours  ftation; 
But  Englifh  gold  has  been  our  bane, 
Such  a  parcel  of  rogues  in  a  nation! 


O  would,  or  I  had  fee n  the  day 
That  treafon  thus  could  foil  us, 

My  auld  grey  head  had    lien  in  clay* 
Wi'  Bruce  and  loyal  Wallace! 

But  pith  fa  power,  till  my  Jaft  hour, 
I'll  mak  this  declaration; 

We're  bought  fa  fold  for  Englifh  gold 

Such  a  parctlof  rogues  in  a  nation. 


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Hey  and  the  rue  grows  bonie  wi  thyme; 

He  met  wi'  the  d-v-1,  fays,  how  do  ye  fen  ? 

And  the  thyme  it  is  wither'd  and  rue  is  in.  prime. 

I've  got  a  bad  wife,  Sir,  that's  a'  my  complaint, 

Hey&c. 
For,  faving  your  prefence,  to  her  ye  re  a  faint, 

And  &c. 

It's  neither  your  ftot  nor  your  ftaig  I  fhall  crave, 

Hey  &c. 
But  gie  me  your  wife,  man,  for  her  I  muft  have, 

And  &c. 

O,  welcome  moft  kindlyi  the  blythe  carl  faid; 

Hey  &c. 
But  if  ye  can  match  her  -ye're   waur  than  ye  re  ca'd, 

And  &c. 

The  d_v_l  has  got  the  auld  wife  on  his  back, 

Hey  &c. 
And  like  a  poor  pedlar  he's  carried  his  pack, 

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Continued. 

He's  carried  her  hame  to  his   ain  hallan_door,      • 

Hey  &c. 
Syne  bade  her  gae  in  for  a/  b_    _  and   a  w_    _ 

And  &c. 


Then  ftraight  h&  makes  fifty,  the  pick  o'  his  band, 

Hey  &c. 
Turn  out  on  her  guard  in  the  clap  of  a  hand, 

And  &c  . 

The  carlin  gaed  thro'  them  like  ony  wud  bear, 

Hey  &c. 
Whae'er  fhe  gat  hands  on,  cam  near  her  nae  mair. 

And  &c 

A  reekit,wee  dtevjl    looks  over  the  wa', 
Hey  &c. 

0  help,  Mafter,  help!  or  fhe'll  ruin  ug  a. 

And  &c.  \  ■    ^ 

The  d-v.-l  he  fwore  by  the  edge  d  his  knife, 
.    Hey  &c. 

He  pitied  the  man  that,  was  ty'd  to  a  wife, 
And  &c. 

The  d_v_l  he  fwore  by  the  kirk  and  the  bell, 

Hey  fee. 
He  was  not  in  wedlock,  thank  Heaven,  but  in  h  _ , 

And  &c.  . 

Then  Satan  has  travell'd  again  wi'  his  pack,  * 

Hey  fee. 
And  to  her  auld  hufband  he's  carried  her  back, 

And  &c. 

1  hae  been  a   d_v_l  the  feck  o'  my  life, 

Hey  and  the  rue  grows  bo'nie   wi' thyme; 
But  ne'er  was  in -jy_Il  till  T  met   wi'  a  wife, 

An'  the  thyme  it   is  wither'd,  and  rue  is  in  prime. 


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For  art  efsays  the_tafk  in  vain.  With  more  than  magic  force, it  darts, 

Dttp  on  my  foul  infcribed  it  ftands,     And  all  the  power  of  youthful  flame, 

And  ftill  I  feel  the  potent  ftrain  To  frozen  age  at  once  imparts 

Should  fancy  lofe  the  enchanting  found, But  tho'  lifes  winter  now  fevere, 

Your  heavenly  voice  fo  fweet  &  clear,     To  hurt  us  all  it's  plagues  may  bring 
Alone  could  chain    the  echoes  round,     Once  more  with  tranfport  I  fhall  hear 

And  give  -it  to  my  lift'ning  ear  Whilft  you  once  more  with  pleafure  fing 


Jocky   foa,  and  Jenny  fain. 


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Ithers  feek  they  kenna  what, 
Features,  carriage,  and  a'  that; 
Gie  me  loove  in  her  I  court; 
Loove  to  loove  maks  a'  the  fport. 

Let  loove  fparkle  in  her  e*e; 
Let  her  loe  nae.  man  but  me; 
That's  the  tocher  gude  I  pri/e, 
There  the  Luver's  treafure  lies. 


Colours  mingl'd  unco  fine, 
Common  motives  lang  finfyne, 
Never  can  engage  my  loove; 
Let  my  fancy  firft  approve  . 

Nae  the  meat,  but  appetite 
Maks  our  eating  a  delyt: 
Beauty  is  at  beft  deceit;  * 
Fancy  only  kens  nae  cheat. 


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I  think  that  of  news  they've  been  fcanty.  Said,  peace  be  here  to  the  bigging, 


That  I  fhould  be  married  fo  foon, 

Or  yet  fhould  hae  been  fae  flantly: 
I  winna  be  married,  the  year, 

Suppofe  I  were  courted  by  twenty; 
Sae,  Patie, ye  need  nae  mair  fpear, 

For  weel  a  wat  I  dinna  want  ye. 

Now,  Meggie,  what  maks  ye  fae  fweer, 

Is't  caufe  that  I  henna  a  maillin, 
The  lad  that  has  plenty  o'gear 

Need  ne'er  want  a  half  or  a  hail  ane. 
My  dad 'has  a  good  gray  mare. 

And  yours  has  twa  cows  and  a  filly; 
And  that  will  be  plenty  o'  gear, 

Sae  Maggie,  be  no  fae  ill_willy. 

Indeed,  Patie,  I  dinna  ken, 

But  firft  ye  maun  fpeir  at  my  daddy 
You're  as  well  born   as   Ben, 

And  Icanna  fay  but  Ttn  ready. 
There's  plenty  o'  yarn  in  clues, 

To  make  me  a  coat  and  a  jimpy, 
And  plaiden  enough  to  be  trews, 

Gif  ye  get  it,  I  fhanna  fcrimp  ye. 

Now  fair  fa'  ye,  my  bonny  Meg, 

I's  let  a  wee  fmacky  fa'  c«you; 
May  my  neck  be  as  lang  as  my  leg, 

If  I  be  an  ill  hufband  unto  you. 
Sae  gang  your  way  hame  e'now, 

Make  ready  gin  this  day  fifteen  days, 
And  tell  your  father  the  news, 

That  1*11  be  his  fon  in  great  kindnefs. 

Ft  wZ  T  lT8  afttr  that'  l      n  The  auld  "*"*  fet  a"d  ^ey  chew'd, 

W^dS?!„  .  h"      ggmg  bUt  PatiC*  And  When  **  the  carjgrew  nappy 

Anrfn     k       rW  un6W  C°at*  Thc>'  da™'<*  »  ^el  as  they  dow'd 


Youre  welcome, quo1  William, come  ben, 
Or  I  wifh  it  may  rive  frae  the  rigginp. 

Now  draw  in  your  feat  and  fit  down. 
And  tell's  a' your  news  in  a  hurr\ : 

And  hafte  ye,  Meg,  and  be  done, 
And  hing  on  the  pan  wi'the  berry 

Quoth  Patie,  My  news  is  nae  thrang; 

Yeftreen\l  was  wi'  his  Honour; 
I've  taen  three  riggs  of  bra*  land, 

And  hae  bound  myfel  under  a  bonour. 
And  now  my  errant  to  you 

Is  for  Meggy  to  help  me  to  labour; 
I  think  you  maun  gie's  the  belt  cowr, 

Becaufe  that  our  haddin's  but  fober. 

Well,  now  for  to  help  you  through, 

I'll  be  at  the  coft  of  the  bridal; 
I  'fe  cut  the  craig  of  the  ewe 

That  had  amaift  deid  of  the  fide-ill. 
And  that  'ill  be  plenty  of  bree, 

Sae  lang  as  our  well  is  nae  reifted, 
To  all  the  good  neighbours  and  we, 

And  I  think  we'll  no  be  that  ill  feafted 

Quoth  Patie, O  thatil  do  well. 

And  I'll  gie  you  your  brofe  in  the  _ 
O  kail  that  was  madeyeftreen  /morning. 

For  I  like  them  beft  in  the  forenoon, 
Sae  Tam  the  piper  did  play, 

And  ilka  ane  dane'd  that  was  willing. 
And  a'  the  lave  they  ranked  through, 

And  they  held  the  ftoupy  ay  filling. 


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Like  the  lands  of  Virginia  _  ginia  O; 
There  ftreams  forever  flow,  and  there  flowers  for  ever  blow, 

And  alasl  I  am  weary,  weary  O! 
There  ftreams  tec. 

The  burden  I  muft  bear,  while  the  cruel  fcourge  I  fear, 

In  the    lands  of  Virginia- ginia  O; 
And  I  think  on  friends  moft  dear  with  the  bitter,  bitter  tear, 

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Thou  ftrik  st  the  young  hero,  a  glorious  mark! 

He  falls  in  the  bla/e  of  his  fame. 
In  the  field  of  proud  honor,  our    fwords  in  our    hands, 

Our    King  and  bur .  Country  to   fave, 
While  victory  fhines  on  life's  laft  ebbing  far.ds, 

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Ye  wild  whiftling  blackbirds  in  yon  thorny  den, 
Thou  green  crefted  lapwing  thy  fcreaming  forbear, 
t  charge  you  difturb  not  my  fJumbering  Fair. 

How    lofty,  fweet  Afton,  thy  neighbouring  hills, 
Far  market  with  the  courfes  of  clear,  winding  rills; 
There  daily  T  wander  as    noon  rifes  high, 
My  flocks  and  my  Mary's  fweet  Cot  in  my  eye. 

How  pleafant  thy  banks    and  green  vallies  below, 
Where  wild  in  the  woodlands  the  primrofes  blow;. 
There  oft  as  mild  ev'ning  weeps  over  the  lea, 
The  fweet fcented  birk  (hades  my  Mary  and  me. 

Thy  chryftal  ftream,  Afton,  how  lovely  it  glides, 
And  winds  by  the  cot   where  my  Mary  refides; 
How  wanton  thy  waters  her  fnowy  feet  lave, 
As  gathering  meet  flowerets  fhe  ftems  thy  clear  wave. 

Flow  gently,  fweet  Afton,  among  thy  green  braes,  . 
Flow  gently,  fweet   River,  the  theme   of  my  la}8; 
My  Mary's  afleep  by  thy  murmuring  ftream, 
Flow  gently,  fweet  Afton,  difturb  not  her  dream. 


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And  yellow  Autumn  prefses  near, 
Then  in  his   turn  comes  gloomy  Winter. 

Till  fmi ling  Spring  again  appear. 
Thus  feafons  dancing,  life  advancing. 

Old  Time  and  Nature  their  changes  tell. 
But   never   ranging,  ftill  unchanging, 

1   adore   my    Bonic   Bell. 


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With  foul  funk  in  a  golden  grave, 
Who  knows  no  virtue  but  to  fave, 
With  glaring  gold  bewitch  her. 
Tell  her,  for  me  fhe  was  defign'd, 
For  me  who  know  how  to  be  kind, 
~A~fid  have  mair  plenty  in  my  mind, 
Than  ane  who's  ten  times  richer. 

Let  all  the  \*arld  turn  upfide  down, 
And  fools  run  an  eternal  round, 
In  queft  of  what  can  ne'er  be  found, 
To  pleafe  their  vain  ambition; 


Let  little  minds  great  charms  efpy, 
In  fhadows  which  at  diftance  ly, 
Whofe  hop'd-for  pleafiire  when  come  nigh 
Proves  nothing  in  fruition: 

But  caft  into  a  mold  divine, 
Fair  Delia  does  with  luftre  fhine, 
Her  virtuous  foul's   an  ample  mine, 

Which  yields  a  conftant  treafore. 
Let  poets  in  fublimeft  lays, 
Employ  their  {kill  her  fame  to  raife; 
Let  fons  of  mufic  pafs  whole  days, 

With  well-tun'd  reeds  to  pleafe  her. 


TJjie  Gallant  Weaver. 


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To  gie  the  lad  that  has  the  land, 
But  to  my  heart  I'll  add  my  hand* 

And  give  it  to  the  Weaver. 
While  birds  rejoice  in  leafy  bovvers; 
While  bees  delight  in  opening  flowers; 
While  corn  grows  green  in  fimmer  fhowcrs, 

I  love  my  gallant  Weaver. 


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Tho'  he  maun  face  the  cannon  amid  the  line  o  battle, 
Forby  the  mony  dangers  upon  the  roaring  fea 
Yet  I  truft  the  Heavenly  Power  will  fhield  him  in  that  hour, 
And  fafe  and  found  return  him,  my  dear  boy,  to  me. 

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And  we  hae  fangs  to  fing; 
We  hae  pennies  to  fpend, 

And  we  hae  pints  to  bring. 
Hey  ca'  thro'  etc. 


We'll  live  a'  our  days, 

And  them  that  comes  behin, 
Let  them  do  the  like, 

And  fpend  the  gear  they  win. 
Hey  ca'  thro'  ftc. 


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An   kifsin  s   fvveet   in  May;  An  clappin  is   the    lock, 

But  what  fignifies  a  j-oung  mans  love,  An  makin_of  s  the  beft  thing, 
Ant  dinna  laft  for  ay.  That  e'tr  a  voung  Thing  got. 

O  can  3"e  (tc.  O    can   ye  *'c. 


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On   the  Death    of  Delia's    Linnet. 


o9<3  >  ^        O,     all  ye   loves  and  groves  lament,  And  you  of  hearts  hu- 


.Sweet  birdl  whole  quick  inftinctive  fenfe, 

As  well  my  Delia  knew, 
As  fhe  her  mother,  far  from  hence 

You  prematurely  flew 
No  more  fhalt  thou  expecting  ftand, 

From  her  a  boon  to  wait; 
No  more  pick  fugar  from  her  hand, 

Detain'd  by  cruel  fate. 

No  more  when  danger  threatens  nigh, 
Shall  thou  afcdnd   fhe  wind, 

To  Delia's  gentle  bofom  fly, 
There  fvveet  afylum  find  .  _ 


For  ever  ftopt  thy  bur}'  wing 
Thy  tongue  in  filencelies, 

No  kind  return  of  grateful  fpring 
Again  fhall  bid  thee  rife. 

Torpid  and  cold,  thy  beauteous  frame, 

Our  fight  no  more  fhall  dharm; 
Thy  lofs  the  deepeft  woe  fhall  claim, 

The  brighteft  eyes  difarm. 
Long  fhall  my  Delia  mourn  thy  doom 

With  undifsembfd  woe, 
Before  her  clouded  charms  refume 

Their  animating  glow. 


The  Denies  clang  o'er   my  daddie. 


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Ye   wad  na  been  fae  donfie,0. 

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The  bonieft  lafs  that's  under  the  fun; 

1  fpier'd  gin  fhe  could  fancy   me, 

But  her  anfwer  was,  T  am   too  young. 

To  be  your  bride  I  am   too  young, 

To  be  your  loun   wad   fhame   my    kin, 
So  therefore  pray  young  man  begone, 
■    For  you   never,  never  fhall  my  favour  win. 

But  amang  yon  birks  and  hawthorns  green, 
Where  rofes  blaw  and   woodbines  hing, 

O  there   I  learn'd   my   bonie   lafs, 

That  fhe   was    not  a  fingle  hour  too  young. 

The  lafsie  blufh'd,  the  lafsie  figh'd, 

And  the   tear  ftood  twinklin  in  her  e'e; 

O  kind  Sir,  fince  ye  hae  done  me  this  wrang, 
It's  pray  when  will  ye   marry  me. 

Its   of  that  day  tak  ye  nae  heed, 
For   that's  a   day  ye    ne'er  fhall  fee; 

For  ought  that   pafs'd  between   us  twar 
Ye  had  your  (hare  as    weel  as  me. 

She    wrang  her  hands,  fhe  tore  her  hair, 

She  cried  out  moft  bitterlie, 
O  what  will  I  fay   to   my   mammie 

When   I  gae  hame   wi'-my  big  belliel 

O  as   ye   maut,  fo    maun  ye   brew, 
And 'as  ye   brew,  fo  maun   ye   tun; 

But  come  to   my  arms,  roy  ae  bonie   lafs, 

For  ye   never  fhall  rue   what  30   now    hae   donf 


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To  this  be  never  blind, 
Nae  ferlie  'tis  tho'  fickle   fhe  prove, 

A  woman  has't  by  kind: 
O'  woman   lovely   woman  fair! 

An  angel  form's   faun  to  thy  fharp. 
TwaoTbeen  o'er  meikle   to  gien  thee   mair, 

I    mean  an  angel   mind. 


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We'll  mak  our  maut  and   we'll  brew  our  drink, 
We'll  laugh,  fing,  and   rejoice,  man; 

And  mony  braw  thanks  to  the  meikle  black  deil. 
That  danc'd  awa   wi'  th'  Excifeman. 
The  deils   awa  &c. 

There  s  threefome   reels,  there  8  fourfome  reels, 
There  s  hornpipes  and  ftrathfpeys,  man, 

But  the  ae  beft  dance  e'er  cam  to  the  Land 
Was,  the  deil's  awa  wi' th'  Excifeman. 
The  deil's  awa  &c. 


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Whare  nae  chirften'd  creature  was  near,     X  wifh  it  may  ever  be  clear! 
The  birds  all  around  me  were  talking    For  ay  when  I  fit  down  to  ftudy, 

O  naething  but  charming  Mifs  Weir.        My  mind  rins  on  charming  Mifs  Weir. 
That  fweet,  little  bird  ca'd  the  linnet,     Irn  toft  like  a  fhip  on  the  ocean, 

In  accents  delightfully  dear.  That  kens  na  what  courfe  for  to  fteer, 

Declar'd  to  the  world,  that  in  it  Yet  at  times  I'm  as  vain  in  my  notion 

Was  nought  like  the  lovely  Mifs  Weir.      As  hope  for  the  lovely  Mifs  Weir. 

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